Honestly, it really is a crying shame, That I bend my will to suit your ways. Part of me, knows we could have found a way, But there's clearly little left to save. Oh no, what have you done dear. Stop right there for one more minute, I'm not sure that I want in it. Why did we come here? Stop right there for one more minute, I'm not sure that I want in it. Honestly, it really is a crying shame, That I bend my will to suit your ways. Finally, now I'm getting old I know, I will never find my way back home. Oh no, what have you done dear. Stop right there for one more minute, I'm not sure that I want in it. Why did we come here? Stop right there for one more minute, I'm not sure that I want in it. I can't look back, I closed my eyes, through it all, oh love. I can't look back, I closed my eyes. Stop right there for one more minute, I'm not sure that I want in it.