Oh the things we do for love

We worship the ground when we should look above

Misguided, we\'re clueless

Don\'t think with our heads

Our hearts are the victims

So they have to play dead

Halting the beat, we have to breathe slow

So the flame will die down

and lose its control

We yearn for the passion

We felt in our youth

Young and not restless

with nothing to prove

We\'ll cherish the memories

Though they cause us pain

and we\'ll never let go

Cause\' we\'re both to blame