Fare thee well. Tradin' all our words for tea sympathy. Wonder why we tried for things could never be. Play our hearts' lament like an unrehearsed symphony. Not intend. To leave this castle full of empty rooms. Our love the captive in the tower never rescued. And all our victory songs seem to be playing out of tune. 'Cause it's not the way that it has to be. Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy no. And it's not the way that it has to be. You begin. All your words fall to the floor and break like china cups. And a waitress grabs a broom and tries to sweep them up. I reach for my tea slowly drink in. 'Cause it's not the way that it has to be. Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy no. And it's not the way. That it has to be. Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy. Fare thee well. The words the bag of leaves that fill my head. I could taste the biterness and call the waitress instead. 'Cause she holds the answer smiles and asks one teaspoon or two. 'Cause it's not the way that it has to be. Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy no. And it's not the way that it has to be. Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy. And it's not he way that it has to be. Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy no. 'Cause it's not the way that it has to be. Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy. Don't trade us for tea and sympathy. Don't trade us for tea and sympathy. We can work it out. Don't trade us for tea and sympathy. Don't trade us for tea and sympathy. We can work it out. We can work it out.