What if we were wrong about each other?
What if you were really made for me?
What if we was 'sposed to be together?
Would that not mean anything?
What if that was 'sposed to be my house that you go home to every day?
How can you be sure that things are better?
If you can't be sure your heart...
And then the storm was overhead,
All the ocean's boil and river's bled.
We auctioned off our memories in the absence of a breeze.
Scatter what remains, scatter what remains.