Take her away but don't let me see,
Who the last heart in line turns out to be.
I'll never know there won't be any sign,
Of how close it came for the last heart in line. 

Though for a while I'll still be,
Waiting around for my chance, patiently.
Fact that she's gone is bound to finally dawn,
On me eventually.

Though for a while I'll still be,
Just waiting around for my chance, patiently.
The fact that she's gone is bound to finally dawn,
On me eventually.

I guess for her, it'll all work out fine,
But who's gonna tell the last heart in line?