Room For Two

it's a funny thing
how everything makes perfect sense
but makes no sense at all
i've seen better days
i've felt warmer waves
january nights, they come and go so slowly

i'll tell you my last confession
you're the only one who keeps me going

don't say goodbye
it doesn't have to be this way this time
you said it was so cold tonight
so you don't need to go for a little while

i guess every perfect day
seems in and out
and made to break
i miss the warm summer nights,
perfect waves and shorelines
the delicate things that mean so much to me

I'll tell you this last confession
I'll tell you now this is my last confession