It's getting cold
Thought it was too soon to tell
but it was terribly old
and now the heartbeat slows
to a heartless crawl
The lights went out
The lights went out
and darkness filled the house on
a tiring night under a Long Island sky.
Pre-Chorus
Chorus
I thought I'd known the consequence,
sweetness,
can you believe this?
mess we've made of it
this mess we've made of it
In years to come it might make sense
sweetness
can you believe this
Just what's become of it
What's become of it
Post Chorus
Verse(Same as first)
but If you hear this and you think you're ready, meet me in
Chorus (same as first)
i thought i'd know the consequence
what's become