— How did we get here, when I used to know you so well? But how did we get here, I think I know.
— The truth is hiding in your eyes and its hanging on your tongue. Just boiling in my blood but you think that I cant see. What kind of man that you are? If you’re a man at all well I will figure this one out on my own.
— I’m screaming I love you so, my thoughts you can’t decode.
— How did we get here, when I used to know you so well? But how did we get here, I think I know.