A suitcase in the hall

One word, bye bye

All seasons look like fall

Many leafs, they will die

What is this monster

That tears us apart

Befriends my mind, and gently stones my civil heart

And I don't choose to be a castaway

Independence in its prime

I guess it's all about what we feel

I've been in bigger a crime

Loss or gain, it's all part of the deal

A choise that hurts us

Ever so fast

Even when its timing is more than just

And I surely don't need a replay

Refrein: Love often consumes itself quickly

It opens up, it ripes and it's fed

Much like the bees in search of delicate honey

A sting from time to time doesn't taste that bad

Either

A word echoes throughout the hall

A cry, a slam, was I ever really there

This adventure seems too small

Compared to my neighbour's suitcase affair

I'd kill his monster

But what the hell for

If I chop one head off, there'll be a hundred coming for more

And I don't choose to be in its way