I come from a long line of leavers Out of the garden gate with an apple in their hands You're gonna run out of love You're gonna give me the shove 'Cause that's the thing that lovers do
You found me cynical and jaded You lifted my mask and lightened me up And when my black eyes have faded I've never seen the old age new
Still you're the only one And I wake up to this mystery
I betrayed you with a little kiss I thought you'd find someone better And you forgave me even for this You dragged me from the tomb There is none both good and true