Oh you, you are the orchard of my eye
I couldn’t help but recognize
you were standing in my way
And you, dream of rainbows in gray skies
Couldn’t help but realize
I feel the way I do
When we fall, we’ll fall together in the end,
Please don’t tell me I’m your friend
I am not your friend when you call
I’ll come stumbling to your side,
and by your side I will stay
They are the goons we shouldn’t fear,
Making faces breaking mirrors–
I wish that they’d just stay at home,
But while we’re on the outside looking in,
Let’s take pleasure while we can–
Because it’s coming to a head.
When we fall, we’ll fall together in the end,
Please don’t tell me I’m your friend
I am not your friend when you call
I’ll come stumbling to your side,
And by your side I will stay
… I am much more than your friend.