Say when, Ill stop twisting your arm
Liste, we dont have to grandstand
The world shows its love for you with money
You love me, well, I just think thats funny
And everybody knows
That you were backstage making history a home
Somewhere its august in the evening
Thats where youll find me changing seasons
And everybody knows
You were backstage making history a home
And I cant wait to find you sleeping all dreamed out
Next year the sky is still the same sky
But right now, everything is sacred
It never will again
And you mihgt try to save a second chance
Its gone
This perfect moment has just come and gone
Youre wrong, its wrong