I could have treated you better

But you couldn't have treated me worse

But it's he who laughs last

It is he who cries first



Sometimes I feel I know strangers

better than I know my friends

Why must a beginning

be the means to an end?



The stones from my enemies

these wounds will mend

But I cannot survive

the roses from my friends



When the last word has been spoken

and we've beared witness to the final setting sun

All that shall remain is a token

of what we've said and done



When all we've had has been forsaken

And distant church bells no longer ring

That's the sound of a heart taken

and the story of tears from a king



The stones from my enemies

these wounds will mend

But I cannot survive

the roses from my friends



This may be the last time I see you

Forgive me for holding you close

This may be the last time I see you

So of this moment I will make the most



This may be the last time I see you

But if you keep me in your heart

together we shall be eternal

If you believe

we shall never part



The stones from my enemies

These wounds will mend

But I cannot survive

the roses from my friends