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