I should trade my heart in for a watch 'Cause all I do is watch the numbers slip away My lips silently repeat the countdown 'Cause it's too hard to say
I always knew that you would leave
Do you know where the hell we are All the birds are too quiet in the trees Frightened by the sweet things we say to each other Frightened by the things we make them see
I always knew that you would leave
Like hunger that you always have to feed Like when Don Rickles' spotlight goes blue The countdown tells me I'm better off alone And so empty without you
