Tangling up at the foot of your bed   Wonder who's next both went ahead   She swears the passion is past me   She will outlast me      The try to look bored   Well fall on the length of the sword   She's falling faster I cannot ask her      So to bed all can decree   Holding your breath, afraid to breathe   This is the last time      Cinema stare and their hands   Tangle up in the cinnamon hair   And the freeze I cannot let go      They can't afford but it picks up   His clothes from the floor   And he leaves and this will let her know      Find a way so they can believe   Breaking their hearts they wear on their sleeve   But you will not break mine      There's no darkness in the dark for them   There were chances for the ball to end      So to bed all can decree   Holding your breath, afraid to breathe   This is the last time      Fall to waste they can believe   Breaking their hearts they wear on their sleeve   But you will not break mine