| Some couples live in harmony | |
| some do not | |
| Some couples yell and scream | |
| some do not | |
| But what you said was something | |
| that I can't forget | |
| It echoes in my head | |
| like a bullet made of lead | |
| Some people yell and scream | |
| and some do not | |
| Some people sacrifice their lives | |
| and some do not | |
| Some people wait for sleep | |
| to take them away | |
| While others read books endlessly | |
| hoping problems will go away | |
| I know you're hoping everything | |
| works out | |
| Neither one of us is | |
| the type who shouts | |
| You sleep in the bedroom | |
| while I pace up and down the hall | |
| Our baby stares at both of us | |
| wondering which one of us to call | |
| I guess it's true that not | |
| every match burns bright | |
| I guess it's true | |
| not all that I say is right | |
| But what you said still bounces | |
| around in my head | |
| Who thought this could happen to us | |
| when we first went to bed | |
| I'm told in the end | |
| that none of this matters | |
| All couples have troubles | |
| and none of this matters | |
| But what you said | |
| still echoes in my head | |
| And I'm still in the hallway | |
| downstairs sleeping alone instead | |
| I know you don't care | |
| but here's my last thought | |
| Not that it matters | |
| but here's the last thing I thought | |
| Our little thing is lying | |
| here in tatters | |
| And you my dear | |
| don't have any manners | |
| Sad to leave this way | |
| to leave it all in tatters | |
| Saddening to leave this way | |
| to leave it all in tatters | |
| I suppose that we all could say | |
| that nothing of it matters | |
| Still it's sad | |
| to see everything in tatters |