We could do it all our own way.
But will they say we've lost our minds?
Maybe time has been too harsh on you darling; your face is mapped with lines.
They tell a story of where you've been, well
You never seem to look behind.
Maybe some things are best forgotten.

You've been scared of love for far too long.
My father taught me it was wrong - to trip someone if you weren't gonna catch them.
Your fickle heart is growing weary;
Afraid of how quickly the time passes by.
I do not think that you have learned to love me.
I know your soul does not yearn for me,
But somehow I have become a habit.

The sun and moon move in circles, both at loss for what's before.
What's behind?
Mourning what they have lost.
I sometimes think the angels, with their pure hearts, would scare the devils just as much.
My lonely heart echoes around these 4 walls.

They say I should learn to let you go, so I need you now more than I did before.
My best friend.
But the words will not run off my tongue.
What a mess we have made.