When all that we believe
It's nothing but myth
And just an idlers dream
We can say we're sorry
But we can't make it last
All we do is sit and think
And dwell upon the past
If you knew the truth
It would only hurt you more
If it was the right thing to do
I'd be standing at your front door
But we both know it's brutal
We know it's just not true
So instead I sit hope that fate
Will bring me back to you
