If you knew tomorrow would not come
Would you tell him?
Would you gaze into his eyes
His beautiful, blissful, breath taking eyes
And spill the depths of your wasted heart
Until every last ounce of desire
Was there for him to mistakingly behold

Would you put it down in words or
Would you inform him with your sound?
Laughing to hide the seriousness of love
Sobbing to convey your true intentions?

I can hear him now; "you poor little fool"
At least he would know
He would dismiss it in an instant
But at least
He would know

Would you respectfully distance yourself
Or inch closer than ever before
Apologising for your childish naivety
Pleading to him to forget all you've said

If you knew tomorrow would not come
If he knew tomorrow would not come
Would you swiftly part ways
Or finally
collapse into each others arms.