When [bad word] to town
I'll be moving on
When [bad word] back 'round
I'll be somewhere alone
Somewhere far away
What about you?
All things have to end
They have to and they do
And they do

We started to believe
To one another we belong
We know that isn't so
You're not mine, I am not yours
I never wanted this
For us to carry on
Knowing that it is
In no way what we want
What we want

This way it is the way
No rain or cutting words
I'm happy to go out like this
If happy is the word

I'll think of you always
For you know as well as I
That for you I would have
Died and would still die
Would still die

When [bad word] to town
Something once precious will
End for all of time
Because of how we feel
But better that than have
Us afraid to be alone
Not saying anything
Knowing something's wrong
Something's wrong

This way it is the way 
No rain or cutting words
I'm happy to go out like this
If happy is the word