| The other day when we were walking by the graveyard near the house you asked me
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| if I thought
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| We would ever die
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| And if life and love both fade so predictably
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| We’ve made ourselves a kind of predictable lie
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| So I pictured us like corpses
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| Lying side by side in pieces in some dark and lonely plot under a bough
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| We looked so silly there, all decomposed, half turned to dust in tattered
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| clothes
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| Though we probably look just as silly now
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| Bye, bye, bye, bye bye, bye to all this dogged innocence
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| I can’t pretend that I can tell you what is going to happen next or how to be
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| But you have no idea about me
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| Do you?
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| It left me to wonder if people ever know each other
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| Or just stumble around like strangers in the dark
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| Because sometimes you seem so strange to me
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| I must seem strange to you
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| We’re like two actors playing our parts
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| Did you memorize your lines? |
| Cause I did
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| Here’s the part where I get so mad
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| I tell you that I can’t forget the past
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| You get so quiet now and you seem somehow like a lost and lonely child and you
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| just hope that the moment won’t last
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| Bye, bye, bye, bye bye, bye to all this dogged innocence
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| I can’t pretend that I can tell you what is going to happen next or how to be
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| But you have no idea about me
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| Yeah, you have no idea about me
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| Do you?
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| Still, there’s always a way around
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| There’s something tying our feet to the ground
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| A moment passed, we hear how it sounds
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| And it seems a little less profound
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| Like we’re all going the same way down
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| Yeah, we’re all going the same way down
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| I’m just trying to write it all down
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| Cause I write songs, and you write letters
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| We are tied like two in tethers
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| And we talk and read and laugh and sleep at night in bed together
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| And you wake in tears sometimes, I can see the thoughts flash across your eyes
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| They say, «Darling will you be kind?
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| Will you be a good man and stay behind if I get old?»
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| Then the letters all passed through my head
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| With the words that I was told
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| About the fading flesh of life and love
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| The failures of the bold
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| I can list each crippling fear like I’m reading from a will
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| And I’ll defy every one and love you still
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| I will carry you with me up every hill
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| And if you die before I die
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| I’ll carve your name out of the sky
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| I’ll fall asleep with your memory and dream of where you lie
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| It may be better to move on
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| And to let life just carry on
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| And I may be wrong
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| Still I’ll try
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| Cause it’s better to love whether you win or lose or die
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| It’s better to love whether you win or lose or die
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| It’s better to love and I will love you until I die |