I

saw

you

from

the

bot-

tom

of

the

stairs

before

you

knew

I

was

com-

ing

And

though

nerv-

ous

and

scared,

I

lin-

gered

on

I

heard

most

things

break

by

the

ends

of

these

types

of

nights

So

I'll

force

u-

pon

eve-

ry

word

I've

brushed

up

on

Since

know-

ing

we

wont

speak

like

this

a-

gain

You

got-

ta'

cer-

tain

who

knows

what

a-

bout

you

And

I

got-

ta'

small

a-

mount

of

time

To

fi-

gure

out

what

it

is

ex-

act-

ly

and

to

whom

does

it

ap-

ply,

But

I

know

for

a

fact

that

these

are

bro-

ken

nights,

Co-

vered

in

bot-

tles

with the

stench

of

loss

of

life,

And

I

know

that

it's

quite

heart-

break-

ing

we

won't

speak

like

this

a-

gain.