With Strangers

I bet you're wondering how I knew

that this would come to an end

he stole your heart from you

so you tossed me out to the wind

I keep pretending not to care

but the winter scent in her hair

compels my hands to do

the things my heart wouldn't dare

I'll keep holding on to you

see no use perfecting lives with strangers

if only you, if only now

and in the twilight of this hour

when fools are mistaken for men

this shadow suits me well

my regrets, I'll face in the end

I'll keep holding on to you

see no use perfecting lives with strangers

if only you, if only now

I'll keep holding on to you

see no use perfecting love with strangers

if only you, if only now