It's just a lesson to be learned, a lesson to be taught, a lesson I'd forget but I think that I forgot. We've both been hurt before and probably again. It's just the way that we live life and the way that life lives us.
We'll make love when the war dies down.
Down in front I'm falling out. Tell me what it's all about. I guess I was missing out on you and that feeling.
Against the opposites I found a pretty face still hanging from a thread, feet never touch the ground.
It's just a lesson to be learned, a lesson to be taught, a lesson I won't teach.