This might sting a bit. You got here just in time to see everything fall apart. I'm not upset at all. But it's sad to see that everybody knows. That I've been down in here before and maybe I could want it more.
Our love will stand the test of time. Sweeter than the honey from the bees. When you're not here, a song won't rhyme. And the birds won't sing in the trees.
It's morning, I open my eyes. And everything's still the same. I turn to the guy who stayed last night. And ask him, "What's your name?". It seems to happen more and more.
Our love will stand the test of time. Sweeter than the honey from the bees. When you're not here, a song won't rhyme. And the birds won't sing in the trees.