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 found they were not gouged
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