I heard about your latest disguise.
I suppose I'll get to see it when I hear my favourit lies.
But I hope you'll learn to trust me in time.
I'm not the kind that likes to lose and besides I'm not blind.
For though you're still, I hear your breathing.
I know that shouldn't mean much to me.
But I've a reasen for believing,
And I can't help what I see.
For this is where we were meant to be.
This is where we were meant to be.
This is where we were meant to be.
This is where we were meant to be.
I heard about your latest mistake.
I know you'll laugh yourself to sleep
And then you'll cry yourself awake.
And I know I'll hear you whisper before you'll scream,
When among her scattered ribbons lies a girl without a dream.
And though you're still, I hear you breathing.
Maybe that shouldn't mean much to me
But I've a reason for believing,
And I can't help what I see.
For this is where we were meant to be.
This is where we were meant to be.
This is where we were meant to be.
This is where we were meant to be.
This is where we were meant to be.
This is where we were meant to be.
This is where we were meant to be.
This is where we were meant to be.
This is where we were meant to be.
This is where we were meant to be.
This is where we were meant to be.