It feels like yesterday I called you up and cried Darling, I'm not coming home You're the shade of grey I've always loved and denied But I'm not coming home
Are we really that confused When our knuckles are bruised Am I mad or merely had Are we really that jaded When the scars have faded Are you scorn or merely torn
You never told me why We're running out of time How numbers speak of what I've done But I don't dare defy The clock's steady chime I guess I'll make it if I run
Was it ever our fashion To share the same passion Is it hate or merely fate That makes us skip a heartbeat Every time our lips meet Have we lost at our own cost