The last nine months you said were great.
But for some reason you have an odd idea about fate.
You think that if we separate.
We will be together in the end.
Yet you want me back right now.
My thoughts can't help but bend.

You say you need years to get back to me.
Let's face it babe,
You'll be back next time you open your eyes to see.
It won't be years.
Now you got me all in tears.
You should understand I am sad without you,
But I think I can live,
Without you, who knew?

Who knew?
Who knew?
The world won't go "keblew".
Who knew?
Who knew?
That I might not need you.
Who knew?
Who knew?
That I would still love you.