Say when, I'll stop twisting your arm   Listen, we don't have to grand stand   The world shows its love for you with money   You love me, well, I just think that's funny      And everybody knows   That you were backstage making history a home   Somewhere it's August in the evening   That's where you'll find me changing seasons      And everybody knows   You were backstage making history a home   And I can't wait to find you sleeping all dreamed out   Next year the sky is still the same sky      But right now, everything is sacred   It never will again   And you might try to save a second chance   It's gone      This perfect moment has just come and gone   You're wrong, it's wrong