Lissom was the lie that you told yourself Was it meant to be or was it a dream just spent?
And on the starting line We falter And give up on what Could never be
Can't let this memory break my back Like a stone into This window of our Friendship that was anathema Friendship that was anathema
The evil we've become The evil we've become
And on the starting line We falter And give up on what Could never be And on the starting line We finish And kiss the blade of grass That knocked you right down off your feet
