At least let's agree To fail miserably Is a satisfying end For those too dull to pretend Broke our bough in your shallows This night makes you yellow Once a crush at best You became so much less You can bury your feelings under low branches There are some things you can't hide I think that I am finding the divide I think that I am finding the divide
One two three, one hundred and four I lost count when our last tumbler hit the floor You've got wrinkles on crow's feet And I owe you so much more You can bury feelings under low branches There are some things you can't hide I think that I am finding the divide I think that I am finding the divide