You ask me how i`m taking it
yeah you should know that by now
how one and one makes me cry
and how all that glimmers is gold and a picture on the wall
of everything I think I need but can`t have.
Some things don`t happen for a reason
maybe someday I`ll find that
and we can all go back to how we were.
In the end we`ve lived like gods and lovers
and i might find that special place
where i`m allowed to think of you
