Don't place your bets on me. I'm tired and I'm only. With nothing to offer you. Nothing to offer you. . The pavement stares gray and cold. Our lives are a story told.
I am in love and I am lost. But I'd rather be. Broken than empty. Oh, I'd rather be. Shattered than hollow. Oh, I'd rather be. By your side. . Now I can't believe that it's been five years.
Now, I see winter's dawn. The wind turns traitor cold. Seems long since summer time. And the stories that were told. . We spoke of dreams that came to us.