So this is odd,
the painful realization that all has gone wrong.
And nobody cares at all,
and nobody cares at all.
So your buried all your lovers clothes
and burned the letters Lover wrote,
but it doesn't make it any better,
Doesn't make it any better
And the plaster dented from your fist
in the hall where you had your first kiss
reminds you that the memories will fade.
So this is strange,
our side stepping has come to be a brilliant dance
where nobody leads at all,
where nobody leads at all.
And the picture frames are facing down
and the ringing from this empty sound
is defeaning and keeping you from this sleep.
And breathing is a foreign task
and thinking's just to much to ask
and you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights.
This is incredible,
Starving, insatiable,
yes, this is love for the first time.
Well you'd like to think that your were invincible.
Yeah, well weren't we all once before we felt lost for the first time?
well this is the last time.
This is the last time,
This is the last time.
