Several times I spoke my mind
But twisting and turning, you could not reply
And comply
The feeling that stays is one of relief
Yet one of disdain and misbelief, and last night
I should've lied
But why didn't you just say yes?
This is why now I hope this is done
If I was a book, I'd be one with a hole in a page to fit a gun
This is why I should never have pressed
And now it appears that I am depressed and cold, I know
They say that fortune favours the bold
And now that my thoughts have all been told
I might end my life
Now, no second thoughts
Valentine's Day, 1998: two timers at the Golden Gate
They hide, and they hide, but find a way to fix their fractured lives
This is why now I never should have pressed
And now it appears that I am depressed and cold, and I know
They say that fortune favours the bold
And now that my thoughts have all been told
I might think some more