| Shame on we, what have we done to us |
| Who’s to blame for what’s been ruining us |
| If not you, maybe me |
| Where’s the glue that could be mending us |
| Are you ashamed of us |
| Remember our big day, our friends all toasted us? |
| Did you believe that they thought then, they’d see the end of us? |
| And tell me where’s the love that we made that gave our kids to us? |
| By the way, I heard today |
| The neighbors know, baby |
| Friday night, I sat and thought of us |
| You were right, I can’t stop missing us |
| No, not me, maybe you? |
| Where’s the time we used to spend on us? |
| Why are we ending us? |
| The magic sleeps but never dies, do you know that? |
| Once we were sheltered safe the circle of content |
| We spent it all to feel |
| Now it’s gone, what did we do with it? |
| And I can’t help thinking that |
| Once a |
| held to that |
| There will always be us |
| The magic sleeps but never dies, do you know that? |
| Once we were sheltered safe the circle of content |
| We spent it all to feel |
| Now it’s gone, what did we do with it? |
| And I can’t help thinking that |
| Once a |
| held to that |
| There will always be us |