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."