I heard your voice shout out to me, hounding
Sounding and rebounding and echoing, all in vain
Nothing remains, nothing's the same, let's just make a clean break
There's nothing keeping us here now we've unfastened the chain
There are no second chances this time, now
They're spent, disconnected, and dead under false veneer
You ask me why, I only sigh, "That's just the way that it is"
And I walk out lest we find out whose dry cheeks were now wet with tears
"Arthur! Arthur! Come back! Please don't do this to me! I'll miss you!" a much younger Alfred said, clinging on to the arm of the Englishman.
Arthur chuckled, and smiled at the small child that was Alfred. "Don't you worry, Alfred. I'll be back in a few years. I'll make sure we have lots of fun when I get back. And I'll probably make you some scones as well. But I'll have to take my leave for now. And while I'm gone, you make sure you find that blue flower big brother Francis is asking you to fine, alright? Once you find it, show it to Davie immediately, okay? See you soon!" he said, as the taxi he was riding left the mansion of the young American.
The American waited, and waited.
A decade has passed, and the Englishman hasn't returned yet.
He waited another decade, and lost hope in the fact the Englishman will never come back.
He'd already found the blue flower, and showed it to Francis. And then to... Davie.
He placed a bouquet of the small blue flower on the grave of Davie, and told him how much he missed Arthur.
As he left the grave of the person to whom he owed his life to, it was raining.
Alfred was dazed for a second, and continued to walk back to his mansion-which was, and he knew it would, forever be cold and lonely.
Just like the color blue.
All we gotta do is just be friends
It's time to say goodbye- just be friends
All we gotta do is just be friends
Just be friends, just be friends