we meet every night in broken hope. we meet and never go on.
we turn around, like a wheel that's old and warn. we bleed... but never to long.
what would you think of me if i took my words and run? you couldn't be the one.
we see everything we're searching for. and believe it's all been wrong.
you try to read every word that comes from the tip of my tongue. you think i said them wrong.
what would you think of me if i took my words and run? you couldn't be the one.
we couldn't mend glass into sand; and now the pleasure is all gone.
look where you stand and lie to defend what you don't want here anymore.
you'll see, there is more to me than words. more than it seems. more than i'll show.
you'll read every word from the tip of my tongue. you'll see it's never "goodbye".
