I think I'm ready to try my hand at love again. Because in my darkest hour. In my darkest hour, baby. I could always call you friend. . And it feels like you believe me.
Don't try to call. There are some bridges that burn. Beyond recognition beyond repair. Don't say you've changed. There are some forces that turn. Beyond recollection beyond my stare.
I think I'm ready to try my hand at love again. Because in my darkest hour. In my darkest hour, baby. I could always call you friend. . And it feels like you believe me.
The sign says do not enter. No trespassing allowed. With visions of redemption. I walk against the crowd. The sun is white with envy. Confusion on the ground.