The lyrics shown here are slightly inaccurate.
I listened to the song several times and referred to both the lyrics shown here and the lyrics in the lyric booklet included with the album (which was almost totally accurate, but actually wrong on a few minor things such as having "call it like it is" in place of "say it like it is"), and this is what I determined the lyrics to be:
I wasn't worried about the small things
Tried to bury what they might or could have meant
And as far away as you could get
As distant as you'd ever been
You'd still love me
The book of love is fiction
Written by the loneliest who sing
Thinking they're doing their best
Learning things they should forget
Until the end
So maybe we should plan, then
Of who will go, and who will stay, and when
Until one of us can say it like it is...
You've already made your own bed
Can you tell me what just happened?
Where's my girlfriend with her engine pinned redline
I pick you up on a Wednesday night
Go off on a secret ride
Like we were kids
Will we be alright?
I have never doubted it before, my friend
Are they ever coming back again?
Those feelings that we started with?
I'll give it time
But maybe we should plan, then
Of who will go, and who will stay, and when
Until one of us can call it like it is...
You've already made your own bed
I deserve the truth
But I'm so afraid of what it'd do
Finally seeing us for how it really is
I've been alone, just never known it
So maybe we should plan, then
Of who will go, and who will stay, and when
Until one of us can say it like it is...
You've already made your own bed
I deserve the truth
But I'm so afraid of what it'd do
Finally seeing us for how it really is
I've been alone, just never known it
The lyrics shown here are slightly inaccurate. I listened to the song several times and referred to both the lyrics shown here and the lyrics in the lyric booklet included with the album (which was almost totally accurate, but actually wrong on a few minor things such as having "call it like it is" in place of "say it like it is"), and this is what I determined the lyrics to be:
I wasn't worried about the small things Tried to bury what they might or could have meant And as far away as you could get As distant as you'd ever been You'd still love me
The book of love is fiction Written by the loneliest who sing Thinking they're doing their best Learning things they should forget Until the end
So maybe we should plan, then Of who will go, and who will stay, and when Until one of us can say it like it is... You've already made your own bed
Can you tell me what just happened? Where's my girlfriend with her engine pinned redline I pick you up on a Wednesday night Go off on a secret ride Like we were kids Will we be alright? I have never doubted it before, my friend Are they ever coming back again? Those feelings that we started with? I'll give it time
But maybe we should plan, then Of who will go, and who will stay, and when Until one of us can call it like it is... You've already made your own bed
I deserve the truth But I'm so afraid of what it'd do Finally seeing us for how it really is I've been alone, just never known it
So maybe we should plan, then Of who will go, and who will stay, and when Until one of us can say it like it is... You've already made your own bed
I deserve the truth But I'm so afraid of what it'd do Finally seeing us for how it really is I've been alone, just never known it