One last glance from a ta- xi-cab. Im-a-ges scar my mind. The night was young and so were we, talked a-bout life, God, death and your fa-mi-ly. I am the Pa-tron Saint of lost cau- ses, a frac-tion of who I once be-lieved. On-ly a mat-ter of time, o-pin-ions I will try and re- write. I've got-ta be ho- nest, I tried to es-cape you but the or- ches-tra plays on. And they sang, oh, oh, things are gon-na change now for the bet-ter and oh, oh, things are gon-na change. Give me time to prove, prove I want the rest of yours. Call this a pre- lude to a life-time of you. It's not that I keep han-ging on. Hands, like se-crets, are the har-dest thing to keep from you. Lines and phra-ses like knives, your words can cut me through. Dis-man-tle me down. You dis-man-tle me, you dis-man-tle me. Hands, like se-crets, are the har-dest thing to keep from you. Lines and phra-ses like knives, your words can cut me through. Dis-man-tle me down. You dis-man-tle me, you dis-man-tle me. Save me from my- self. Save me from my- self. Hey, save me from my- self. Save me from my- self. Oh, oh, things are gon-na change now for the bet-ter and oh, oh, things are gon-na change. Hands, like se-crets, are the har-dest thing to keep from you. Lines and phra-ses like knives, your words can cut me through. Dis-man-tle me down. You dis-man-tle me, you dis-man-tle me. Hands, like se-crets, are the har-dest thing to keep from you. Lines and phra-ses like knives, your words can cut me through. Dis-man-tle me down. You dis-man-tle me, you dis-man-tle me. Four weeks've felt like years since your full at-ten-tion was all mine. Did-n't want a-ny pro-mi-ses, just my un-di-vi-ded ho-ne-sty. And we sang, oh, oh, things are gon-na change now for the bet-ter and oh, oh, things are gon-na change, oh, they're gon-na change. If life had back-ground mu-sic play-ing your song. Hands, like se-crets, are the har-dest thing to keep from you. Lines and phra-ses like knives, your words can cut me through. Dis-man-tle me down. You dis-man-tle me, you dis-man-tle me. Hands, like se-crets, are the har-dest thing to keep from you. Lines and phra-ses like knives, your words can cut me through. Dis-man-tle me down. You dis-man-tle me, you dis-man-tle me. It's not that I hang on ev-'ry word, I hang my-self on what you re-peat. I'm ne-ver let- ting go. Hands, like se-crets, are the har-dest thing to keep from you. Lines and phra-ses like knives, your words can cut me through. Dis-man-tle me down. You dis-man-tle me, you dis-man-tle me. Hands, like se-crets, are the har-dest thing to keep from you. Lines and phra-ses like knives, your words can cut me through. Dis-man-tle me down. You dis-man-tle me, you dis-man-tle me. Oh, oh, things are gon-na change, oh, they're gon-na change. Oh, oh, things are gon-na change. Re- pair. Re- pair. It's not that I hang on ev-'ry word, hang my-self on what you re-peat. Let- ting go. Re- pair. Re- pair. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Oh, oh. Re- pair. Re- pair. Re- pair. Re- pair.