What I remember is the scent
The thick and sour scent
Of you or of me or of the two of us
Tangled and twisted and bent

Where do you go at night
I will follow you
Where do you sleep at night
I'll follow

What I remember is the hint
The brief undeniable hint
Of something so wonderful and strange
As a life we could've had but didn't

Anywhere I will follow... you

There's no place I would rather be
There's no part I would rather play
There's more to this than the history
This is a brand new day

No more wishing it all away
No more claiming to be OK
No more being passed off
As a cliche