| What have you learned, can you remember?
|
| What would you like for me to do?
|
| Everything you need from me is in your hands
|
| And everything else is up to you
|
| You’re like a butterfly on a windy day
|
| You use directions in a roundabout day
|
| What have you learned,
|
| Now that you’ve been burned
|
| By the guy who used to be the center of your eye
|
| And you’re blown away by your own hurricane
|
| And you wonder why
|
| Cast away and you’re looking through the wreckage for your pride,
|
| But you can’t salvage what you don’t supply
|
| What have you learned,
|
| Now that you’ve been burned
|
| By the girl who used to be the center of your world
|
| Who used to be your center of gravity
|
| And now you’re so unsure
|
| You’re like a squirrel out in the middle of the road
|
| You’re halfway there but don’t know which way to go What have you learned
|
| Now that you’ve been burned
|
| By the one who used to be the one and only
|
| If you could see your sinking dignity
|
| You’re like the waves beating on the sandy shore
|
| You swear you’ve been there once or twice before
|
| What have you learned?
|
| What have you learned?
|
| What have you learned?
|
| What have you learned, can you remember?
|
| Now that they don’t know what to do Now that they miss your heart of gold so badly
|
| This is what I’d say if I were you
|
| It’s in a treasure chest that’s buried in the sand
|
| But the «x» does not mark the spot and I do not need a hand
|
| And if I burst out into flames without your guidance anymore
|
| Just scatter me across the sea and you can kiss my ashes from the shore |