Let's hope you never leave old friend
Like all good things on you we depend
So stick around cos we might miss you
When we grow tired of all this visual
You had your time, you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
Into the world of night.
Through shadows falling,
Out of memory and time.
We have come now to the end.
White shores are calling.
You and I will meet again.
And you’ll be here in my arms,