This could be the ending of us
It could be the falling Sun
Could have been a classic, fatally attractive
Suicidal, kind of love
I was just a kid from nowhere
Never knew where I belong
You were in the family, house up in the country
Blue Blooded American

I'm leaving before the sunrise
No need to say our goodbyes

I will be on my way
Baby, I hope you understand
Always seem to want what I can't have
Then I hit the road when it gets bad
Baby, I will be on my way

We were just star-crossеd lovers
Maybe in another life
Move into the suburbs, father and a mother
Simple kind of appetite
I am still a kid from nowhere
Looking for a place to find
You were in your tower, garden full of flowers
Letting down your hair at night

I'm leaving before the sunrise
No need to say our goodbyes

I will be on my way
Baby, I hope you understand
Always seem to want what I can't have
Then I hit the road when it gets bad
Baby, I will be on my way

I will be on my way
Baby, I hope you understand
Always seem to want what I can't have
Then I hit the road when it gets bad
Baby, I will be on my way