We walk in the same house.
We sit in the same chair.
The table is set for two.
But there's something missing in there.
And tonight we'll be alone under the same roof.
How long can we stay living this way when love is true?
When love is true.
We visit the same friends.
We talk on the same things.
And when they ask what's new,
I usually turn to you.
How long can we stay long enough to talk on the lighter stuff?
Yes, the lover
is gone,
but we keep hanging on to what we want to use.
We wish I'd the same wealth
in the middle of
Fuller Square.
But the bottom is covered now with wishes that linger there.
And if wishes do come true and change what we're going through,
how long can we stay living
this way when love is true?
How long can we stay living this way when love is true?