What happened to the world we painted. The masterpiece of me and you. Our work of art has all but faded. Nothing's here except the blues. Love's crumbling, love's tumbling down.
(Wait, let me get the sweat off my fingers). . You crawl back tonight saying you miss me. With your tail between your legs. What's going on here ain't no mystery.
Children say that words will never harm you. Only sticks and stones will make you cry. But they'll grow up one day and learn the real truth. When the one they love says goodbye.