Realistically, it could have ended whenever,
The storms I’d tempered and the seasons I’d weathered,
And how could we claim that we could love forever,
When we loved what killed us not what brought us together?
And although I wake up in the deadest of nights,
Wondering why your body isn’t draped across mine,
I think in the long run that we’re both doing fine,
Just a shame that we wasted so much time.
And all my friends agree this is another century of broken hearts.
You would be infernal, even frightfully loud,
If ever you’d thought of something to talk about,
Instead you looked frightened just to open your mouth,
So I’ll find someone else to be around.
Still life seems that much colder and I’m still not sure I’m over us apart,
And anyone can see this is another century of broken hearts.
And it’s all greyscale,
And it’s all white noise,
And it’s all white noise.
And it’s all greyscale,
And it’s all white noise,
And it’s all white noise.
There was no rapture, no golden throne,
Our similarities ended at being alone.
But one month one and I’m still on my own,
Now I wonder if I threw away love,
And I haven’t seen a lover’s gaze, or looked upon a lover’s face but you,
And any fool can see this is my dying century of solitude.
And it’s all greyscale,
And it’s all white noise,
And it’s all white noise.
When I am with you,
It never gets better,
Better than heaven.
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