Did I leaving the sliding door open?
I never thought this could be stolen
Now I'd rather die
Than let you see me cry
But I don't think I'd recover
If you've got another in mind
You gave me the rock that I'm holding
You showed me that everyone's broken
Now I'd rather die
Than face them in the wild
Because I don't think I'd recover
If I heard another goodbye
And I'd rather die
Than set the bar too high
If I live in the middle
And feed off what little remains
With no way to fall down
Then I may not recover
But I'd be getting on with my life
No, we may not recover
Let's do what we can with our time