When the morning comes. When we see what we’ve become. In the cold light of the day, we’re a flame in the wind, not the fire that we’ve begun. Every argument, every word we can’t take back. ‘Cause with all that has happened I think that we both know the way that this story ends.
Then only for a minute I want to change my mind ‘cause this just don’t feel right to me. I want to raise your spirits. I want to see you smile but know that means I’ll have to leave