a great divide runs through what once i called my lifenwe'll separatenfree at last, untie this mess God made with his handsnni can hear the train it's coming fastnto sever from a life that was my pastnwe used to dream upon these tracks but we werenchildren thennand these limbs they, they won't grow backnna twin falls short, the syncopation of two heartsnis lostnone breath remains, without the other one to sustainnni can hear the train, it's coming fast to sever from a life that was my past. we used to dream upon these tracks but we were children then, and these limbs they, they won't grow backnnyou'll never love anyone else, the way you love yourself.nnthe story of me is over