The bitch sings love sonnets softly in the rain
Choice is yours if you listen
Its your decision
No one would blame you if you changed
Chance fleets quickly
Its come and gone
Feed the fire that burns in song
No blame to say its over
Its your decision
Cleared in overborne afterthought
Feed the blame
Spurring you on
No one would bend to pick the compassionate
Say to me its over
Its over