was it her who broke my heart
and kept us apart?
no.
it was me.
she didn’t do anything

now i fly above this land
i watch it like i’m its king
but i’m wondering…

is she down there?
in that row of traffic lights
is she down there?
is she alright tonight
oh i’m over her
but is she down there?

sometimes we stand at the gate
and watch our hope fly away
and we hope nothing will change
but nothing here is the same

and so tonight i’m over her
i stare down far below
goodbye, so long
i was wrong