I was fine with the men who would come into your life now and again.
I was fine 'cause I knew that they didn't really matter until you.
I was fine when you came and we fought like it was all some silly game
over her; who she'd chose. After all those years I never thought I'd lose.
It's over, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over?
It's over Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over?
You won and she chose you, and she loved you and she's gone.
It's over isn't it? Why can't I move on?
Bridge
War and glory; reinvention; fusion; freedom; her attention.
Out in daylight, my potential, bold, precise, experimental.
Who am I now in this world without her?
Petty and dull with the nerve to doubt her?
What does it matter? It's already done!
Now I've got to be there for her son!
It's over, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over?
It's over Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over?
You won and she chose you, and she loved you and she's gone.
It's over isn't it? Why can't I move on?
It's over isn't it? Why can't I move on?