life wasn't easy, Belle would confide you couldn't stop crying when Patrick had died the story continues at the microphone stand family dramas with no happy end I remember picture perfect a few summers back now, a field in the sun the six of us out there - tarot and tequila who could've known then you'd be the one the doctor he staggered, he showed you the scans the cancer had come back all over again last week on Friday when you closed your eyes you said you could feel it, you said it felt nice I remember picture perfect a few summers back now, a field in the sun the six of us out there - tarot and tequila who could have known then you'd be the one you were the one