| Beneath the glow of this hanging moon
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| Lies a city still and cold
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| Our silhouettes walk hand in hand
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| The drunken jukebox serenade
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| We pretend we’re so innocent
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| Cause no one ever likes to hurt
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| Go take off that silver dress
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| And expose your naked heart
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| I’m not capable of love
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| That kind of love
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| That I felt when I was twenty one
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| Cause I’m not capable of love
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| That kind of love
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| That I felt when I was twenty one
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| Take it back
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| So happy birthday darling
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| Watch those candles melt away
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| Not unlike those chandeliers
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| At the bar where we both etched our names
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| Who would have thought we’d fall so hard
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| Who would have thought we’d fall so fast
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| Optimistic children
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| Clinging tight to all we never had
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| I’m not capable of love
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| That kind of love
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| That I felt when I was twenty one
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| Cause I’m not capable of love
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| That kind of love
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| Could I wish that I could take back
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| Take it back
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| You’re the only one I want
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| I wish that I could take it back
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| Am I not capable of love
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| That kind of love
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| That I felt when I was twenty one
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| Cause I’d be right if I said
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| You’re not my biggest regret
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| Could I wish that I could take it back
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| Cause I’m not capable of love
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| That kind of love
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| That I felt when I was twenty one
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| Take it back |