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