If I had another way
I would give up on this...

At the back of the crowd
She sits alone on an empty chair...

Slowly now he takes my hand
When no one understands...

In the early light of morning
In those moments when life begins...

It's the little moments i hate to remember
i want to put fire to my head...

She:
Looks across the room...

A child swinging on a swing,
Back and forth...

She will fly
And she will fall...

All I know
Is in actuality...

You put up that cold front
And I tried to break in...

How could I have gotten lost
In such a sweet reverie...

It had so much meaning
Yet somehow none at all...