Fantasma da Ópera

We never said our love was evergreen,
or as unchanging as the sea,
but if you can still remember stop and think
of me . . .

Think of all the things we've shared and seen,
don't think about the things
which might have been . . .

Think of me, think of me waking,
silent and resigned.

Imagine me, trying too hard
to put you from my mind.

Recall those days, look back on all those times,
think of the things we'll never do,
there will never be a day,
when I won't think
of you . .