verse 1 i can write a million songs reflecting on my thoughts i cant make a breakthrough if all these songs are yours every last confession has been trampled on the floor say you didnt realize but i dont care any more does it make me wise writing all these rhymes about our life does it make me wise verse 2 questions need an answer but a writer needs a source my anticipation is a never ending curse i keep thinking that youre doing life like we rehearsed saying that you love me is a hollow choice of words chorus you were all all and more ill never know a love so gold and pure let me fall i would fall to know you never loved me much at all and does it make me wise if im still yours bridge was it all the things all the things wed say all the talk without the game what it all the things all the things at stake all the unsupported claims you have got a good thing going take it til the end with some kind of strategy well find ourselves again you have got a good thing going take it til the end 