I walk beside you every day
I catch your eye but look away
It's easy to pretend that way
That anything I do or say
Could have warned you
Ask me what I think we'll do
On this perfect afternoon
Streaming ribbons in the air
Something catching in your hair
Could have warned you
Times like these aren't built to last
Captured in a photograph
On this perfect afternoon
Who really wants to hear that tune
I could have warned you