You can tell me anything my dear
Just tell me what I want to hear
You don't have to tell me twice
You don't have to tell me twice
Once upon our prime
We felt much younger than our time
I couldn't love you any more
Now you won't love me anymore
And the moments that we shared
Was it love or it despair?
It was lovely not to care
Not to be lonely anywhere
But why must yesterday feel like tomorrow's mistake
Why must yesterday feel so far away?
Now we'll never know what we'd ever known
It's never the way it was before
You came here, left without a souvenir
A thought you tried to hide
A Thought Once Uttered Is A Lie
With conviction, or some superstition
Blinded by tradition
Blinded by tradition
Now we'll never know what we'd ever known
It's never the way it was before
You came here, left without a souvenir
A thought you tried to hide
A Thought Once Uttered Is A Lie
With conviction, or some superstition
Blinded by tradition
Love is not tradition
