Lyrics:

Tangling up at the foot of your bed Wonder who's next both went ahead She swears the passion is past me She will outlast me The try to look bored Well fall on the length of the sword She's falling faster I cannot ask her So to bed all can decree Holding your breath, afraid to breathe This is the last time Cinema stare and their hands Tangle up in the cinnamon hair And the freeze I cannot let go They can't afford but it picks up His clothes from the floor And he leaves and this will let her know Find a way so they can believe Breaking their hearts they wear on their sleeve But you will not break mine There's no darkness in the dark for them There were chances for the ball to end So to bed all can decree Holding your breath, afraid to breathe This is the last time Fall to waste they can believe Breaking their hearts they wear on their sleeve But you will not break mine