Here we go again my love.

Drawing strength from what’s been left.

The clouds are closing in above.

We’ll make it through it all again.

Your hands don’t care, running through my hair, but your face believes I’m lying.

The world won’t wait for us to hesitate, so I guess let’s just start trying.

Chorus

It’s nothing personal. I’m just critic in a syndicated world full of cynical lovers.

It’s not unusual. We come together under dark, stormy weather ‘til they say it gets better.

Now we’re always home alone. But we’re older and we miss our friends. The world outside is growing colder now, and I’ve been staring at that road again.

It’s nothing personal. I’m just critic in a syndicated world full of cynical lovers.

It’s not unusual. We come together under dark, stormy weather ‘til they say it gets better.

Now I’m waiting up alone.

Will we make it out okay?

I don’t want to go down alone.