I was hoping for a life that would be epic and magicnBut the stories that we wrote were mostly shortnAnd end tragicnExcept younYou were differentnWe ended before we began itnnYou appeared in the doorway of the bar where my friend used to worknThen disappeared, like a ghostnSo we raised you a toastnHere's thinking of hernExcept wordsnDon't say what they meannAnd fade before they're heardnnSo leave me one memory before I go onnTo a new life, and the wondering what we could have becomenOne last look before the trail goes coldnIsabelle, believe menWe will never grow oldnnIf we drink from the fountainnWe found under your bed on the Fourth of JulynWe grow young in the waternI'll teach you to swim if you teach me to flynExcept time nIs a one-way roadnAnd you can't ignore the signsnnSo leave me one memory before I go onnTo a new life, and the wondering what we could have becomenOne last look before the trail goes coldnIsabelle, believe me, we will never grow oldnnHow she laysnSee how she laysnIn the darknHow she liesnSee how she liesnIn the flickering pale of the fountain's lightnnI was hoping for a life that would end up resembling what we used to believenThat our years of trial and error would lead to some discoveriesnExcept life nHas a way of passing bynAnd nonNo way to repeatnnSo leave me one memory before I go onnTo a new life, and the wondering what we could have becomenOne last look before the trail goes coldnIsabelle, believe me, we will never grow oldnYou and InYou and InYou and InYou and I