Life is through, an end to that leave
An end to that leave, the summer's lifting
Like in Saint Trope, the summer's lifting
(Pre-)
Have you ever thought how long we'd be
If we never ever went to Spain
If we never knew how I liked the end
If we never knew we were gonna die
No regret
You'll see regret is still
No regret
You'll see regret is still
No regret
You'll see regret is still