The time has come again Slowly walking down the steps To where she would have been If only they were seventeen Waiting patiently And stood between a fraying seam Hiding from himself As well as everybody else Without permission His face became wet He thought that he'd learnt how to not get upset From folded notes in envelopes Meet me beneath the Moon, don't go too soon She went too soon The time has come again And slowly walking down the steps To where she would have been If only they were seventeen