We're up in the ringand I've taken one Into the face I've developed a distance and an aggravation forthe lack of a change These surroundings have slowly died awayand though your passing all the blamethere's a limit to my take We could have buried it in laughterand had better days aheadbut since the truth is what you're after I always assumed that your fault wasn't ever In doubt ♪ I look at the roomand down at the broken vase you threwit looks better now than newas it seems somewhat more honest And if we did the sameat least we'd have somewhere new to go I don't know If there's any other way