This is nothing. Where's the space to be? Did you pursue the latest great hit of your tragedy? When the lovers walked by in a waltz of joy And you looked down and played with your little toys. I don't believe in her. You don't defy my word. We're torn between this: A story of regret, and I won't go down. This is nothing. Where's the sign to leave? Did I take you on the offer to be free of the scene? When the garbage man wrote his story And you look down at your hands God said He made to bring glory. I don't believe in her. You don't defy my word. We're torn between this: A story of regret and I won't go down. I won't go down on her again.