For every time you may have crossed my path
In every way that I saw your face, but never knew
All the mornings we could have passed
All the nights that turned to dew

This is for every wanton mystery of life
That we’ve been born crying out so long
So if I’m Juliet, I’d take the knife,
And you Romeo, poison is your song.

The poison of the things we’ve done
The way the knife has always won
Let’s not look back yet
Let’s never forget.