I should trade my heart in for a watch 
'Cause all I do is watch the numbers slip away 
My lips silently repeat the countdown 
'Cause it's too hard to say 

I always knew that you would leave 

Do you know where the hell we are 
All the birds are too quiet in the trees 
Frightened by the sweet things we say to each other 
Frightened by the things we make them see

I always knew that you would leave

Like hunger that you always have to feed 
Like when Don Rickles' spotlight goes blue 
The countdown tells me I'm better off alone 
And so empty without you 

I always knew that you would leave