The city feels clean this time of night
Just empty streets and me walking home
To clear my head
I know it came as no surprise
I'm affected more than I had guessed
By what was said

 [bad word] 
If this love is not meant to be
If the hearts not ready to open
If we make it I won't see
(how) It's broken.

It's a quiet time before the dawn
And I'm half past making sense of it
Was I wrong?
Should I think to give it all
In a world where not much ever seems
To last long.

If this love is not meant to be
If the hearts not ready to open
If we make it I won't see
(how) It's broken.