I sat a while on the rooftop at 209.I swear we could see miles of the city lights, burned through the skies. I"ve tried. Someone else lives there now, keys have been passed. But in my memory it always lasts. The city lights burned through our eyes and to me you"ll always live there. So if I never get another moment like yesterday that"s okay. And if I never get another chance, we never talk again to me you"ll always live there. You"ll always live there. I will still be here after he"s gone