sniff, sniff

we lost...

we stand on a hill (sniff, sniff)
between the earth & sky (sniff, sniff)
now all is still (sniff, sniff) where loyola's colors fly (sniff, sniff)
our course is run & the setting sun (sniff) ends ateneo's day
eyes are dry (waaaaahhhhhhh! sniff, sniff) at the last goodbye
this is the (sniff) ateneo way...

haaay... im sad.