| When I open my final door |
| I’m gonna sail much wilder seas |
| Than your ships were built for |
| I’m turning into dust across that cove |
| Y’know |
| I have known enough to not feel owed |
| And you kept in your proudest place |
| And you never loved another face, like you loved me, boy |
| Indeed, in deed |
| Don’t forget the best bits |
| Running with the street kids |
| Down behind your old forest way |
| I’m the worst friend |
| Maybe undeserving but I |
| I cherish every word that you say |
| I cherish every game that we play |
| When I open my final door |
| I’ll see us standing there |
| Once again like I am what you came for |
| Subtle is the knife, of what you gave |
| And lofty are the heights of what we’ve braved |
| Indeed, in deed |
| Don’t forget the best bits |
| Running with the street kids |
| Down behind the old forest way |
| I’m the worst friend |
| Maybe undeserving but I |
| I cherish every word that you say |
| I cherish every game that we play |
| In and out of sunsets |
| Carousels and regrets |
| Everything I’m leaving behind |
| Oh, I’ve held you close enough to tell you |
| Every moment’s spent with you on my mind |
| Every moment’s spent with you on my mind |
| Don’t forget the best bits |
| Running with the street kids |
| Don’t forget the best bits |
| Running with the street kids |