We're taking turns
At shattering apart
At least we're taking turns
How did we get so good
At dismantling these hearts?
How did we ever get so good?
We dress our best
To receive their sympathy
At our worst, we dress our best?
"time heals all"
According to these greeting cards
Oh how we'd rather time resets
If we could turn the hourgla**, we would
If we could move a grain of sand, we would
If we could find our way back, we would
Our minds keep spinning webs
Of question marks and of regrets
Will our minds keep spinning webs?
I once heard honest words:
"though nothing may ever be the same
The heart keeps widening for change."