A temperamental ex stops and asks her why. But one cannot expect a true reply. Somehow love's picture hangs imperfect. And hand on heart we learn the score.
Welcome into the new wave, I, I guess it's been ten years. You gotta try to remember the weight of the tide. You gotta try to remember the weight of the tide.
We came, we came, we came again. To stem the tide and point the blame. Came back for more, came back to see what you had in store. Everyone join the line, everyone.