Say when, I'll stop twisting your arm

Liste, we don't have to grandstand

The world shows its love for you with money

You love me, well, I just think that's funny

And everybody knows

That you were backstage making history a home

Somewhere it's August in the evening

That's where you'll find me changing seasons

And everybody knows

You were backstage making history a home

And I can't wait to find you sleeping all dreamed out

Next year the sky is still the same sky

But right now, everything is sacred

It never will again

And you mihgt try to save a second chance

It's gone

This perfect moment has just come and gone

You're wrong, it's wrong