How is it we end?
Where do we begin?
Isn't it all part
of the circle that we're in?

When you say goodbye
I still hear hello.
You can tell a lie,
but I know what I know.

I know you deny the things we feel,
because to pretend that it's not real
you can somehow keep the pain at bay
And walk away.

Don't you know I see it in your eyes?
I can see right through your cool disguise.
I believe you'll love me, come what may-
Some summer day.