If I was a guest in your life I would likely understand We were always flirting With permanent residence But bringing in a shirt or two Is hardly moving in Besides, I always took them with me Whenever I went But before I'd leave I'd take your hand And say your name And you'd press your cheek to it And do the same What a strangely different story This became And so quiet In your hallway When we part ways If I was a guest in your life I would have to understand It was never much our style To make many demands The relay would only go on So long as each runner ran Wherever one chose to quit it That's where the torch would land And there it smolders in the sand Our little flame We ran so far for it It's such a shame What a strangely different story This became And so strangely simple When we part ways