Love was in the next room drinking antidote. You ought to know that girl by now. She'll never settle down anyhow. You let your heart go too fast. You let your heart go too fast.
Broken glass turns back to flint and sand.
I only cease to love as love demands. As you know it takes a while to clap those fragments from your idle hands. Couple months could dry a sea of tears, leave only salt beneath our dried up piers. We won't believe we cared, I swear, in a couple years. You ought to know that girl by now.