He waits for a line to stumble onto his lips
Until he breaks the silence, silence
This moment on forever and
Years have passed but he looks at the clock
And it still says six thirty four seasons have changed
His light's not the same color of her eyes are different
And he says
"i've gotta do this
I'm in transit
We are over
And i'm still hurting"
"gotta move on
Gotta move on
We can't lie to ourselves anymore"
He wants to tell her that he still loves her
But he knows its not right, not right
Tiny rivers crawling down his face
As he begins to speak he cant believe
That its come to this
The spectrum of heartache is forever widening
And he says,
"i've gotta do this
I'm in transit
We are over
And i'm still hurting"
"gotta move on
Gotta move on
We can't lie to ourselves anymore"