And yet here I stand Bag in hand Memories tied up with a little pretty bow on the bedside table of my mind Thinking how the hell did I get here?
Because.. I lost my heart on purpose a long time ago Somewhere I would never find Just to ensure it wouldn’t beat for someone Who couldn’t handle its drums
And yet here I stand Wandering and wondering how in the many directions I’ve swayed My heart ended up with you. -Jack