Once you know. You can never turn back. But I understand. 'Cause we all fear what we lack. Being with you. Makes me tired as hell. And it's so high so low. Now if I was strong. And you were male. You'd be dead. And I would be in jail. Being with you. Makes me tired as hell. And it's so high so low. Don't go making promises. You know you won't keep. Weddings turn to funerals. Both with songs that make you weep. Being with you. Makes me tired as hell. And it's so high so low