When I think of our time   I see unfinished lines   But I don't trust my eyes or my heart anymore   then you find yourself along   Broken bottles, broken homes   We're moments from bliss or catastrophe   I know this is not some momentary thing   I'm not going back   Believe it   This is the sound of two feet    Learning to stand on their own   Then another year goes by   With another wasted try   I've broken every promise I've made to myself   Then we find ourselves alone   Broken bottles, broken homes   You say everything is possible   Well, I'm not so sure