When I was in betweennThe water and the sun that kept menTaken under windnAn unfamiliar voice so lovelynCame asnI dreamnUpon menWithout warningnThrough the treesnnIt proved to be the onenAnd only thing that i was thinkingnAnd now I'm on my ownnAnd feeling like its the beginningnI was impairednBut understandingnCame like a ghostnAnd left as quicklynnFalling from the startnI don't feel the partnGripping to my carnI'm undone and ripped apartnnWe never messed aroundnWhen coming up with our own endingsnThe story has its ownnWay of coming back and twistingnLay us apart and searchingnFor one of us who's missingnSo pick up the pieces that you dropped downnAnd walk awaynnFalling from the startnI don't feel the partnGripping to my carnI'm undone and ripped apartnnI was in the photographnWaiting for a distant pastnMeasuring the bonus of your lovennWhy don't you come over make it right?nWhy does everything feel like a knife?nWhy cant i fall in love?nnFalling from the startnI don't feel the partnGripping to my carnI'm undone and ripped apartnnI was in the photographnWaiting for a distant pastnMeasuring the bonus of your love