The words ‘broken heart’ are an insult to this
A worse thing to find, a different kind of sick
Eleven weeks before, and one night between
A couple very alone, and what stays a dream
She has to hear again ‘at least you know you can’
She remembers injections, dejected plans
He's tortured by practical thoughts he resists
Have we cancelled tomorrow? Have we lost the gifts?
Stupid, what were you thinking of?
There's no preparing for this love
Twenty-eight percent
Can be explained but never felt
Life only gives out yes or no
It works or not
They breathe or don't
Twenty-eight percent
A little older each attempt
Given a chance, we want so much
Things collapse and you'll never want enough
Maybe isn't it is
One day isn't it is
Trying isn't it is
Wanting isn't it is
Having hope is just seeing what isn't around you
Be as strong as you like, but the ocean will drown you
Wake up, not expecting any more
Wake up, we were further the day before
No, no, there's no replacing who we lost
No, no, there's no relating this to us
No, no, there's no escaping chasing love
Twenty-eight percent
Can be explained but never felt
Life only gives out yes or no
It works or not
They breathe or don't
Twenty-eight percent
A little older each attempt
Given a chance, we want so much
Things collapse and you'll never want enough
Maybe isn't it is
One day isn't it is
Trying isn't it is
Wanting isn't it is