Why do you think that I should try
to leave this world behind
with a love song on my mind
to make people think I'm kind
why do you think that I should die
to save a crashing butterfly
what if I start to fight
for broken hearts at night
yeah, I guess I'm late
but I knew that you would wait
and I don't believe in fate
this won't be the last train
with waving hands you say goodbye
you leave a crowded station
with talking hands that wave hello