I guess there can be no more doubt
You’re never the one reaching out
Wanting for something never won
We’d never even began to begun

Don’t keep it so lock up inside
There’s nothing ever left to hide  
We tried and tried 
And tried 

But you couldn’t hear or didn’t want to listen 
To the harmony our heartbeats 
When you rested your head 
On my chest

Fragments of these moments 
I pick up from time to time 
But their edges are so sharp 
And I still have all the marks 
From cuts they've left across my fingers
The sting from them still lingers

I guess the door still remains ajar 
The one you’d walk to from afar 
That passway straight to the heart
You’d reside there for an hour or two
On a stolen thursday afternoon
Now we just embrace once more
In the basement corridor 

There can be no more doubt
I suppose though uncertain 
That there was nothing there 
When Orpheus turned around 
Before reaching upper ground 
To hell and back to keep trying
Though I am fairly certain 
That they were just lying