Текст песни: Nerina Pallot. Fires. Nickindia.

Here is my story
A little sad of soul, a little weary
Maybe I am that, will nobody love me?
Is an empty heart and a conscience all I have?

If I die tonight, if I give up the fight
Will you do something for me?
Tell them my story, tell them well
Tell them everything you knew

I was born in the springtime
Born of love and cradled in a misfit history
Of blind faith and pantomime
Oh, I know what I am but I don't see

So if I die tonight, if I give up the fight
Will you do something for me?
Tell them my story
Tell them everything, everything you knew

Won't you tell them, won't you tell them
Won't you tell them my story?
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]

So if I die tonight, if I give up the fight
Won't you do something for me?
If I die tonight
Won't you do something for me?

Tell them my story, tell them well
Tell them everything you knew
Won't you tell them my story?
Won't you tell them, tell them?

Tell them everything about me
About me when I'm gone
When we're dead and gone
What will still be here?

What will carry on?
When we're dead and gone
When there's nothing left
What will still be here?