Текст: Sykes. Scrapbook Of Your Youth. Vaults Of Grey.

So my feet touch the ground. Warm, yet stunned, I look round. Here it is; it's the new world that you left behind. A warning in my mind.

All my dreams end with you, even though I've come through, although we never talk and I'm numb. Can't you see that you're now a part of me?

Saw you with him the other day; never thought I could feel this way: furious yet calm, curiously charmed, fully disarmed.

So now I wonder
If I'd never met you, would my soul still stay beneath the vaults of grey?
No I won't forget you; every single day, you're in my life some way.

Done and dusted it's gone. I suppose I've moved. You've got year 12 kicks and hair dye, and I've got square one; the place where I belong.

But check your yearbook; you'll see you've put as your happiest memory the boy you met on the French exchange. How can I let it be when that's definitely me?

Yeah, funnily enough, I can't feel complete when I'm still torn in two.
As you may have gathered, I'm having difficulty getting over you.
Screw this cold war; I can't take no more, let's call it a draw.

No need to wonder
If I'd never met you, would my soul still stay beneath the vaults of grey?
No I won't forget you; every single day, you're in my life some way

(Thanks to Tim for these lyrics)