I feel you creeping in The slightest impression Your keynote confession Was not quite as innocent as you had suggested And now I have questions Left lonely and lingering On what could have been There are no guarantees Sometimes it's all for nothing but the memories Now we're both refugees Running from something we never wanted to leave Traced to its origin Our war of attrition has kept us from living It bound us beneath our skin Wrapped with a ribbon Soft yet sufficient Never a second guess Or hope for some recompense There are no guarantees Your love won't turn from passion into pleasantries Make a nightmare of your fantasies Til you're running from someone you never wanted to leave There is no in between We'd both be better off as enemies At least agreeing to disagree We're all running from something There are no guarantees Sometimes it's all for nothing but the memories Now we're both refugees Running from something we never wanted to leave There are no guarantees Your love won't turn from passion to pleasantries Make a nightmare of your fantasies Til you're running from something Til you're running from someone you never wanted to leave