| Time to tell me the truth |
| To burden your mouth for what you say |
| No pieces of paper in the way |
| 'Cause I can’t continue pretending to choose |
| These opposite sides on which we fall |
| The loving-you-laters, if at all |
| No right minds could wrong be |
| This many times |
| My memory is cruel |
| I’m queen of attention to details |
| Defending intentions if he fails |
| Until now: he told me her name |
| It sounded familiar in a way |
| And I could have sworn I’d heard him say it |
| Ten thousand times |
| Oh, If only I had been listening |
| Leave unsaid unspoken |
| Eyes wide shut, unopened |
| You and me |
| Always between the lines |
| Between the lines |
| I thought I, thought I was ready to bleed |
| That we’d move from the shadows on the wall |
| And stand in the center of it all |
| Too late, two choices: to stay or to leave |
| Mine was so easy to uncover |
| He’d already left with the other |
| So I’ve learned to listen through silence |
| Leave unsaid unspoken |
| Eyes wide shut, unopened |
| You and me, always be- |
| You and me, always be- |
| I tell myself all the words he surely meant to say |
| I’ll talk until the conversation doesn’t stay on |
| «Wait for me, I’m almost ready» |
| When he meant, «Let go» |
| Leave unsaid unspoken |
| Eyes wide shut, unopened |
| You and me, always be- |
| You and me, always between the lines |
| Between the lines |
| Between the lines |
| Mmm… |