It is too late for us my dear even if you don't admit the end is near.
Our time has come, and we should let go, for our love to fly where only wild birds can flow.
So my love, walk out the door there is nothing here for you any more.
It’s hard to accept that love didn’t won, but if we meet again I will know you’re the one.
And for now darling, we can pretend, we can believe our love didn’t end.
And we can run to the place we start, but just for today because tomorrow we must part.