Nothing broke

Well nothing broke
So nothing changed at all
We were feeling much the same
And how were we to know?
If we're all about the space
There would be no other conscience at all...

There was no great disaster
No terrible wrath to visit anymore
Pulled the grey clouds apart
There was no end at all

Just a lot of open ground
And a million crying eyes
So we dried each other off
And we pulled our clothes back on

And we made our excuses
And we went our seperate ways
And we promised to never speak of this
In our lives again...

Aaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaaaahh ahh...

And there was no great disaster
No terrible wrath to visit anymore
Pulled the grey clouds apart
There was no end at all...

Aaaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaaahhh ahh (until fade)