One set of doors was the color of honey

One set of doors was pink and grey

Well I wonder which set is mine, said she

As she walked down the long hallway





Well I wonder which set of rooms are mine

For in these rooms she would live and die





Well it's better to have loved and lost

(Ah but it's better not to lose)

Than to never have loved at all

Never have loved, never have loved at all

Well it's better to have loved and lost

(Ah but it's better not to lose)

Than to always be alone

Always be alone

In your heart





I thought that there was more involved

Through all that time and all these

months

I stopped many times to question you

Well I told you that it was the right

thing to do





Well it's better to have loved and lost

(Ah but it's better not to lose)

Than to never have loved at all

Never have loved, never have loved at all

Yes it's better to have loved and lost

(Ah but it's better not to lose)

Than to always be alone

Always be alone

In your heart