Staring in your eyes 
has never brought such tension to my tainted mind.
And I can barely lip my words,
it seems nothing's important if it doesn't hurt.

Caught up in such a melancholy game, 
after tonight it won't be the same.
But I'd never dream for reason 
behind your interpretation of...
What it is to fall in love 
and what it is to care about...
Anything other than your tendencies.

I'm at a loss for words.
I manage to mumble...
The words will mold over time...

And I cried:
"Maybe you'll find an answer in what's left behind. 
And hopefully you'll see, there's not always love growing 
from every tree. 
Maybe you'll find a way, to rewind, to forgive with time.
And hopefully you'll see, it's not always cold in 
Buffalo."