The city feels clean this time of night, just empty streets and me walking on to clear my head. Another game is no surprise, I' m a victim more than my head gives what was said. If this love is not meant to be, if a heart is not ready to open if you make it, I won't see... it's broken. It's a quiet time before the dawn, and I'm half past making sense of it was I wrong? Should I think to give it all, in a room and not much other seems to last long. if this love not meant to be, if a heart is not ready to open if you make it, I won't see... it's broken.