Because you never meant it when you said that it’s alright Because it wasn’t really ever what I had in mind The damages are clear; he takes the pain, I take the fear Oh, what’s the devil but a good negotiator?
Because I always meant it when I said it would go wrong Because I always thought my life would be a sad song The future’s conveyed in all the core before it’s played Oh, what am I but a bad story teller?
And when the nights are cold and strange and all the birds are gone And all the oil’s been spilt, and left us on this Earth alone I'll think about the time you reassured me you were mine Oh, what is love but a frail little dreamcatcher?
