Drawn in, drawn out
And held long as you could
Fell in, fell out
And thought you understood

But how could you know the sweetest suffering
Of moving on?
And say you never needed
One thing from me
On and on
Well, don't go if I'm wrong

Got on, got off
And left dead and done
Worn in, worn out
Battered up and blue

But how could you know the sweetest suffering
Of standing still?
And say you need every
Little thing from me
On and on
You can hold on if you're strong

But do
Do what you have to
I just can't stand to argue