It is a narrowing
It is a shrinking
And there's a danger of overthinking
It was everybody getting tired of drinking
Every night
There was a little left to believe in
Which is how I really knew I should be leaving...
I should be leaving
Now
I should be leaving
We were clever then
We talked forever then
And the night of our invention it would never end
There was a parting
And there was sorrow
It was impossible to picture it tomorrow
It was necessity
And it was instinct
And the pattern underneath
It kept repeating
Kept repeating
Kept repeating
It's just how I really knew I should be leaving...
I should be leaving
Now
I should be leaving
Oh and it was everything
Oh and it was just a way to keep from waking up alone
Hello
Which is why I had to go
Which is why I should be leaving
Which is why I had to go
Am I delibering?
Am I delivering?
Am I offering the blanket
And you're shivering?
Is it a play without the passion?
Is it the endless repetition of inaction?
Is this a christening?
Or there's a crisis
We can get together then
And say how nice it is
Is it torment?
That depends
Which is how a really knew I should be leaving...
I should be leaving
Now
I should be leaving
Oh and it was everything
Oh and it was just a way to keep from waking up
Hello
Which is why I had to go
Which is why I should be leaving
Which is why I had to go
What do you know?