One last look at the bruises, Everyone loses
Everyone's a salt pile back where it started, in her apartment
Raking over things that don't really matter
If anything thank her
She's the one that told you
When you were crying, the romance was dying
Even in the desert sun where you met her
Who could forget her?
Dancing like a mirage on the horizon
It's not surprising that you fell in love with her
Let's hope she's still in love with you
What a mess you created
Could you not have waited?
Excuses only end up tarred and then feathered
Regarded as weathered
Better throw the salt back over your shoulder
And kick in the front door
Kiss her with a mouthful of silly secrets, tired and street-lit
Butterflies and red wine, nervously undress, unable to process
Knowing that tomorrow is the horizon, it's not surprising
That she fell in love with you
Let's hope she's still in love with you
Never see it reflected
As you suspected
Breathing had become so bitterly painful, She called in the angels
Flying in to lay down every opinion, all twenty-three million
Singing at the same time
You're trying to whisper
No wonder you missed her
Take a final look at all of the bruises
Conscience refuses
To settle on a cure for all the confusion
An ideal solution
Crumbling like a pillar on the horizon
It's not surprising
That you're still in love with her
And maybe she's in love with you