There’s an ill wind blowing in my way
And I’m stood here counting the days
And it chills right to the bone they say
But who would have thought that I would break
When there’s nothing left to give or take

There’s an ill wind blowing in my way
And it turned to cold when you went away
But who would have thought that we would end
And I would lose my best friend, my friend,
My best-friend, my friend

I know that I’m just wasting time
But I can’t pretend to be just fine
When we’re reading like a scripted line
So I should have read the signs you see
When there’s nothing that will bring you back to me

Am I supposed to let this go
Played out my hand, get ready to fold
I guess there’s nothing left to mend
Caught up in this whole make-pretend, pretend,
This make-pretend, pretend

Let’s look back to the way we were
And forget the fact I wanted you more
And you didn’t turn, walk out the door,
But who am I to say that you should be
So deep in love and into me

So I guess this is our last goodbye
And I promised myself I wouldn’t cry
But the tears, they’re slowly falling down,
I look at my feet, you frown,
I look at my feet, you frown, I look at my feet, you frown,
You frown, you frown, you frown.