It shouldn't matter how I say it because it all should mean the same
I remember the night when you swore with kisses along the curve of my neck that words were only made to fit the beating of our hearts
and that no matter how many mazes we chased with our imaginations, the beat would always sound the same
but we were an exception to every rule
dancing at funerals and making love with our eyes open
and I just can't smile when the whole world sings because I can hear it even now
The clock striking midnight on the last day of our failed second chance
and even if we do wake up to welcome that morning with sleepy eyes and frozen fingertips
it won't change anything
because I've run out of excuses to love you
and those were just words anyway, weren't they darling?