Take my words, and bury them alive. Sweetest darling, reprise.  
Sweetest darling, sweetest darling, 
We are not weary just yet. 
Do you remember, if even just merely,
October of last year?  The first time we kissed, the first time we met?
It made no sense, no sense at all. Nor did it have to. 
Because we are. We are, we are. We are.