Win-ter rent tender hearts using his name ripping the parts Summer, some-more than less lost the found things kept secrets best But seasons twist harder than cues and all that torque will force you to choose ’Cause you hate losing things found yet knowing it's wrong to still stick around Yet you stay long after proof you call it grit but you're just a fool and you play this zero-sum game Counting it twice but losing the same and you know it's all in the bluff so you hide a smile in the fluff and you walk but it's not a choice there's no balance due only the voice even though there's nothing to win and you know nothing to prove it’s no longer a choice there’s no balance due only the voice only what’s true not an elegant end no finishing touch only you in the wind and the quiet that comes when forgiveness is gone when what broke the bond can’t be named can’t be undone no lesson survives no meaning pulls through just the fact that it ended because it had to