He keeps his secrets so he doesnt even tell himself

He keeps his ringer off and doesnt hear the telephone

How could he know a pretty girl could mess him up

And he wants to know

More than anything he wants to know

She knew its wrong but she had to taste the bitterness

She clings to everything that keeps her out of loneliness

Pretty pretty girl meets guy

How could they know that two wrongs can never make a right

That two wrongs can never make a right

Love finds a way to be free

Woe is me

It keeps on holding us closely

Woe are we

Two wrongs dont make a right for me

Woe is me

He told her no but she bit down to the apple core

She spit up worms and everything they knew fell to the floor

Sifting through the pieces all they found was more

And the glory of their garden fell

And the glory of their garden fell

Love finds a way to be free

Woe is me

It keeps on holding us closely

Woe are we

Two wrongs dont make a right for me

Woe is me

Children follow my voice

Children follow my voice

My words are like silk and my tears are like yours

Falling from the sky from which the lost can find love amidst the pain

Love is like a song you cant help but sing