Things You Call Fate

I find it hard, hard to let go, and you are entitled to know you have brought nothing else but bliss, a great deal of frustration, a voluntary occupation driving me insane and off the wall.

And we were free to choose each other, now it seems like something other.

Have you placed me where

I stand? We turned caring like a mother, afraid to lose each other, it got us this far, now problems are:

I have no bags to pack, no suitcase waiting in the hall.

You have no make-up, no stockings in my drawer.

Oh, how did we forget?

How could we forget?

It's easy to learn if you never regret.

When you live in paranoia, and you know she's got you, oh yeah, you can't leave until you know the truth.

So for months you're going nowhere, until you seize the day and place yourself behind the steering wheel.

Or you can end like you don't want to, the opposite of what you planned to, you can watch the ships when they're abroad.

Become a joke when people see you, 'cause it's enough to please you.

You got this far, step out of the car.

I have no bags to pack, no suitcase waiting in the hall.

You have no make-up, no stockings in my drawer.

Oh, how did we forget?

How could we forget?

It's easy to learn if you never regret.

We'll never learn in the future, this is it, seemingly

I am sure.

I know we haven't been together, now.

It wasn't meant to be this way, so, we'll give it days and days, and, we'll try to make it easy now.

Once I believed we could approach this, now

I have faith placed in the things you call fate.

In the things you call fate.

In the things you call fate...