Turn, turn and turn.
Perfectionism doesn't stand.
It just happened, don't worry.
A little cheating is ok.
We are not doing anything wrong.
We are not in love;
but feelings are sometimes overpowering.
You eat, I eat.
The keys of the same bunch rattle together.
Strings draw the kites up into the sky.
We like each other, let's not deceive our hearts.
Blood's always red, thicker than water.
Nerves connect, dissect. Reflex action.
Hearts are pure, everything can be forgiven.
There's nothing to forgive, actually.
Life goes on.
One small memory, sweet and sharp.
You lived, I lived.