If you'll pardon the intoxicated indigestion I have a rather erratic, dogmatic question: If I woke up in the morning and I were broken If I have used my last lucky little token Would you love me still? Would you join for the thrill? Would you stay for the past Or admit it couldn't last?
Time is flying, and I'm tired of trying To pretend I can't taste the sand. I loved you through everything I held you through broken wing If it were my turn because I wouldn't learn And had to burn to understand Would you still hold my hand?