TO CHOOSE IS A CHORE
MY VOICE IS TOO SORE
TO CALL THEM BACK OUT OF THE FOREST

THEY'RE LIABLE TO SLIP
IF YOU LOOSEN YOUR GRIP
I KNOW MINE SUNK ON THAT SHIP

THOUGHT THIS HEART WOULD NEVER BREAK ME
SELFISH ME
I COULD HAVE DIED IN YOUR ARMS
NOW I'M BACK AT YOUR FEET