We Break Our Own Hearts
And still, after all this time, the Sun has never said to the Earth, ‘You owe me.’
Look what happens with love like that. It lights up the sky.
And still, after all this time, the Sun has never said to the Earth, ‘You owe me.’
Look what happens with love like that. It lights up the sky.
By the time you swear you’re his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying –
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.