One has time on his side.
The other has freedom, she won't cry.
But somehow neither has a smile on their face,
neither has an answer to those lies.
And when you cross each other on the street after years of not knowing where you were, do you look to see if they're looking back?
And when you break the vase you bought together on christmas eve, do you keep the pieces like you'd keep memories?
And when you look at the old number in the phone book, do you stop to think about how often you'd call?
And when you lie on that bed breathing your last, do you think about whether she's breathing at all?