Needle & Thread

That night, how I remember it so clearly.
There was summer in the air
and fading twilight in the sky
for both of us to share.
But I knew something wasn't right.
'Cause when I looked into her eyes
I saw them staring right through mine.
And then I realized,
in a moment lost in time,
when the tears filled both our eyes,
she pulled the wool right over mine.

And I thought "oh what a fool of me,
made with the simplest of lies",
and my heart believed every last word.
Trust is an open wound begging for needle and thread,
but that night she left me lying on the floor while I bled.

It's such a shame for everything we used to know
and all the time we spent talk about the future.
The seeds of every dream we used to share
have been trampled down by a reckless heart.

Which brings me back to the days
that followed that long night,
after all the bitter tears were cried
and dawn had broke the spell
of all that had transpired.
With my broken heart in hand,
I did my best to understand how
I could ever trust again.

Better to never love than to have loved and lost it all.

It's such a shame for everything we used to know
and all the time we spent talk about the future.
The seeds of every dream we used to share
have been trampled down by a reckless heart.