One set of doors was the color of honey
One set of doors was pink and grey
Well I wonder which set is mine, said she
As she walked down the long hallway
Well I wonder which set of rooms are mine
For in these rooms she would live and die
Well it's better to have loved and lost
(Ah but it's better not to lose)
Than to never have love at all
(Never have loved, never have loved at all)
Well it's better to have loved and lost
(Ah but it's better not to lose)
Than to always be alone
(Always be alone) in your heart
I thought that there was more involved
Through all that time and all these months
I stopped many times to question you
Well I told you that it was the right thing to do
Well it's better to have loved and lost
(Ah but it's better not to lose)
Than to never have loved at all
(Never have loved, never have loved at all)
Yes it's better to have loved and lost
(Ah but it's better not to lose)
Than to always be alone
(Always be alone) in your heart
But I knew that this was just for now
And that time would take it's toll upon us all
Well it would break our hearts
Tear it apart
But no one understood
The affairs of the heart
Well it's better to have loved and lost
Than to never have loved at all
(Never have loved, never have loved at all)
Well it'll break your heart, tear it apart
But no one understands (no one understands)
The affairs of the heart
