It’s raining old love, bleeding all my new blood
I’m wishing that the wall could talk
The wall that separates, my mind
In two halves, that don’t align

Aren’t you, in love?
Well, I don’t know

I was in two pieces, and one was you then
But I’ve been divided so many times
I’m haunted by my foolish pride
With each piece, that’s left, behind

Aren’t you, in love?
Well, I don’t know

People say
I don’t know?
You’ve got time?