[Storyteller.]

I know you think that
I shouldn't still love you,
or tell you that.
But if I didn't say it,
well I'd still have felt it;
where's the sense in that?

I promise I'm not trying
to make your life harder,
or return to where we were.

I will go down with this ship,
and I won't put my hands up and surrender.
There will be no white flag above my door.
I'm in love and always will be.

I know I left too much mess and
destruction to come back again.
And I caused nothing but trouble;
I understand if you can't talk to me again.
And if you live by the rules of "it's over",
then I'm sure that that makes sense.

I will go down with this ship,
and I won't put my hands up and surrender.
There will be no white flag above my door.
I'm in love and always will be.

And when we meet,
which I'm sure we will,
all that was there
will be there still.
I'll let it pass,
and hold my tongue,
and you will think
that I've moved on.