| You liked it so much in the city | 
| You know I could not stand it there | 
| You liked to get lost in the people | 
| And pretent that they really care | 
| Well you know you’re such a bad imposter | 
| Hiding your wings beneath your coat | 
| Cause I watched your footprints making patterns | 
| Away from me into the snow | 
| Now I don’t believe in nothing anymore | 
| Cause love is permanent not temporary | 
| And it’s driven straight into our chests, then buried | 
| Much too deep to just pull out like weeds in a garden | 
| It’s permanent, I’m sorry… | 
| So lately I’ve been going crazy | 
| Trying to get you off my mind | 
| Cause thoughts of you hang just like pictures | 
| And gather dust over the time | 
| Well we hung them up just like real lovers | 
| And drove our nails into the wall | 
| Cause we thought they’d be there forever | 
| But we weren’t permanent at all… | 
| And it’s getting much too hard to see you now | 
| If love is permanent not temporary | 
| And it’s driven straight into our chests, then buried | 
| Much too deep to just pull out like weeds in a garden | 
| It’s permanent, I’m sorry… | 
| If love is permanent not temporary | 
| And it’s driven straight into our chests, then buried | 
| Much too deep to just pull out like weeds in a garden | 
| It’s permanent, I’m sorry… | 
| I’m sorry it’s permanent, I’m sorry it’s permanent, oh… oh… |