I sat that night in front of my window

I was sad like an old widow

I've seen the stars...

I was looking for Mars

I've been writing...

my memories were pages

Some were black as dark ages

I remembered the moments that pleased me

I remember my days with Peter

Shells, sand and the sea

His nickname was Cheater

Everytime he takes my shells

I threw my memories in the wells

To protect them

Because...

Our memories are ours, Peter