When I think of our time I see unfinished lines But I don't trust my eyes or my heart anymore then you find yourself along Broken bottles, broken homes We're moments from bliss or catastrophe I know this is not some momentary thing I'm not going back Believe it This is the sound of two feet Learning to stand on their own Then another year goes by With another wasted try I've broken every promise I've made to myself Then we find ourselves alone Broken bottles, broken homes You say everything is possible Well, I'm not so sure