Tea leaves at the bottom of a cup She leads him along a path he'll never fight. They're right for each other but the timing cuts the lines.
Yesterday is gone But their story lives on They'll never know how to grow together or apart, But it's just in time to start If you have the heart.
She leads him by a string He follows her desperately (or something of the sort) Sort it out, sort it out, sort it out, they'll say They'd rather have it any other way.
Yesterday is gone But their story lives on They'll never know how to grow together or apart, But you're just in time to start If you have the heart.
You're just in time to start If you have the heart.