One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, and ten Money can't buy you back the love that you had then.
The truth lied And lies divide Lies divide
By nature of me being the one singing it and writing it there is always an innate bit of autobiography there... but I think I learned years ago that you don't get songs that have that long stride and that pivot-hinge ability if it's too much diary entry.
Bring all the spaces together And all the silences ever Bring all the spaces together Come close again Be my pause before the end I miss you, oh, like a fading dream And I have a feeling you know what I mean
I got a man to stick it out And make a home from a rented house And we'll collect the moments one by one I guess that's how the future's done.
Don't you wish that we could forget that kiss And see this for what it is That we're not in love
One Two Three Four Tell me that you love me more Sleepless, long nights That was what my youth was for Old teenage hopes are alive at your door Left you with nothing But they want some more.
I know more than I knew before I didn't rest I didn't stop Did we fight or did we talk.
The tragedy starts from the very first spark Losing your mind for the sake of your heart The saddest part of a broken heart Isn't the ending so much as the start.
It may be years until the day My dreams will match up with my pay.
No one likes to take a test Sometimes you know more is less.