He denies it. But the truth is, he is falling.     

You said you could see us, among blue roses. In a church, shimmering in the sun, getting married. You said, you see us sitting together and watching the sun set. And you said you see us, all gray and old, talking about the kisses we used to share, the golden days. Would you still sa

"We're just your mates." "Huh? All four of you?" "Yes."