Somewhere beyond the horizon
Far from this December moon;
Are you able to think of me
And our love that ended too soon?

We thought it would last forever,
Your eyes held fire to my ice.
But life, it seems, is not a song
It's more like a game of dice.

The game at times can be cruel
Taking everything that means most.
All that is left are the feelings;
The car and your lingering ghost.

Now as I stand at the cliff edge
Gazing out across the cold sea,
The broken fence has been fixed now
But nothing will ever mend me.

For how can I live without you
And our child: just seven months old.
My heads in my hands and I know now,
Love is worth much more than gold.

"Deliver this package to Paris"
That is what I was told.
On the road we were intercepted.
Love is worth much more than gold.

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