Maybe you thought I hung the moon, and maybe you thought we were Johnny and June. Maybe we thought it was just us two, maybe we spoke too soon.
We never lie and we don't tell tales, we bite our tongues and our fingernails. We fall in love and we don't fall out, maybe we speak too soon.
Here's to you and me and in-between. We draw a line but we can't see where it's bent. We scratch our heads and rage against the heart's content.
oh, whoa, whoa, oh, yeah.
Maybe we hurt who we love the most, maybe it's all we can stand. Maybe we walk through the world as ghosts, break my own heart before you can.
Here's to you and me and in-between. We draw a line but we can't see where it's bent. We scratch our heads and rage against the heart's content.
oh, whoa, whoa, oh, yeah.
Maybe we know how the story ends, maybe it's not even about us. We both retreat to opposing sands, and the love lives on without us.
One thing I know for sure is love will find a way, love will find a way.
Here's to you and me and in-between. We draw a line but we can't see where it's bent. We scratch our heads and rage against the heart's content.
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