One last glance from a ta- xi-cab.
Im-a-ges scar my mind.
The night was young and so were we,
talked a-bout life,
God, death and your fa-mi-ly.
I am the Pa-tron Saint of lost cau- ses,
a frac-tion of who I once be-lieved.
On-ly a mat-ter of time,
o-pin-ions I will try and re- write.
I've got-ta be ho- nest,
I tried to es-cape you
but the or- ches-tra plays on.
And they sang, oh, oh,
things are gon-na change now
for the bet-ter and oh, oh,
things are gon-na change.
Give me time to prove,
prove I want the rest of yours.
Call this a pre- lude
to a life-time of you.
It's not that I keep han-ging on.
Hands, like se-crets,
are the har-dest thing to keep from you.
Lines and phra-ses like knives,
your words can cut me through.
Dis-man-tle me down.
You dis-man-tle me, you dis-man-tle me.
Hands, like se-crets,
are the har-dest thing to keep from you.
Lines and phra-ses like knives,
your words can cut me through.
Dis-man-tle me down.
You dis-man-tle me, you dis-man-tle me.
Save me from my- self.
Save me from my- self.
Hey, save me from my- self.
Save me from my- self.
Oh, oh,
things are gon-na change now
for the bet-ter and oh, oh,
things are gon-na change.
Hands, like se-crets,
are the har-dest thing to keep from you.
Lines and phra-ses like knives,
your words can cut me through.
Dis-man-tle me down.
You dis-man-tle me, you dis-man-tle me.
Hands, like se-crets,
are the har-dest thing to keep from you.
Lines and phra-ses like knives,
your words can cut me through.
Dis-man-tle me down.
You dis-man-tle me, you dis-man-tle me.
Four weeks've felt like years
since your full at-ten-tion was all mine.
Did-n't want a-ny pro-mi-ses,
just my un-di-vi-ded ho-ne-sty.
And we sang, oh, oh,
things are gon-na change now
for the bet-ter and oh, oh,
things are gon-na change,
oh, they're gon-na change.
If life had back-ground mu-sic
play-ing your song.
Hands, like se-crets,
are the har-dest thing to keep from you.
Lines and phra-ses like knives,
your words can cut me through.
Dis-man-tle me down.
You dis-man-tle me, you dis-man-tle me.
Hands, like se-crets,
are the har-dest thing to keep from you.
Lines and phra-ses like knives,
your words can cut me through.
Dis-man-tle me down.
You dis-man-tle me, you dis-man-tle me.
It's not that I hang on ev-'ry word,
I hang my-self on what you re-peat.
I'm ne-ver let- ting go.
Hands, like se-crets,
are the har-dest thing to keep from you.
Lines and phra-ses like knives,
your words can cut me through.
Dis-man-tle me down.
You dis-man-tle me, you dis-man-tle me.
Hands, like se-crets,
are the har-dest thing to keep from you.
Lines and phra-ses like knives,
your words can cut me through.
Dis-man-tle me down.
You dis-man-tle me, you dis-man-tle me.
Oh, oh,
things are gon-na change,
oh, they're gon-na change.
Oh, oh,
things are gon-na change.
Re- pair.
Re- pair.
It's not that I hang on ev-'ry word,
hang my-self on what you re-peat.
Let- ting go.
Re- pair.
Re- pair.
Ooh.
Ooh.
Ooh.
Ooh.
Oh, oh.
Re- pair.
Re- pair.
Re- pair.
Re- pair.
