Let me ask you a question, Though I know what the answer will be; Isn't it time to make peace between yourself and the world Before everything comes caving in? All the things you said I kept it in my head But the things I said to you... - You forgot it So pull out the drawers, turn over the table And start looking for the door Of all your longings, this one is the final And it's not coming to you anymore All those pretty lies that came to you at night You were blinded by the light But you'll forget it Well, maybe you'll know me for the rest of your life And maybe I'm gone by November Maybe a storm comes to blow us apart And maybe it'll mend us together Anyway, please forget it Will I wake up in the morning to find my world colliding with Yours?