There's no beginning, only ends... You packed your things and left my house, since I've been sleeping on the couch. This town will drag you down. And it hit the ground, the words resounding, bound by all the reckless lies you fed me. Still i bought in...

And all of your colours still light my dreams, And all of your secrets still haunt me, And all of our stories, the webs unwound. This time I draw the line, this end will define us all.

There's no beginning, only ends... You packed your things and left. If you think its for the best then you're always right and its for the best. She painted pictures, beautiful blind rose-tinted pictures of houses by the ocean, of houses by the ocean.

And all of your colours still light my dreams, And all of your secrets still haunt me, And all of our stories, the pages torn. This time I draw the line, this end will define us, This time I draw the line, this end will define us all.