Beware the danger it lurks for those who get swept away
The dreamers get punished most by truth
They say it’s all in a little ways
One reveals their love’s gone away
Love’s gone away
When my hand was in your hand
My heart was pure
Now I see a different man
Rewriting memories
The dogs run down the beach
And all I’m left with
Is sand in my shoes
Sand in my shoes
Fools like me
We love blindly
And the cracks don’t count
It’s gotta break in front of me
Now I recall that time at the café
The thunderstorm outside
Words you could never say
They hold the loudest tones
You say you’ll write
But it’s ink on a page
Just ink on a page
Fools like me
Oh, we love blindly
And the cracks don’t count
It’s gotta break in front of me
Ticktock the time
Distant look grows in your eye
But fools never ask
Afraid of what lurks in your mind
I always knew, somehow, always knew
I always knew the truth
Fools like me
Oh, we never see
‘Cause the cracks don’t count
It’s gotta break in front of me
And it’s breakin’
It’s breakin’
It’s breakin’
It’s gotta break for me to see
At least I can say
I was not afraid
I loved you all the way
I’d pick the fool any day
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