Sara and Tom were good in bed
 Naive, ambitious, and underfed
 Drunk on possibilities
 He thought he'd act, she played guitar
 Some kind of art, they'd both be stars
 Overconfident and tending bar
 At Lucky Strike and Balthazar
 She wore his clothes, he cut her hair
 They drank each other's secrets in
 But that's how all young love begins
 You're brighter than the sun
 And I revolve around you
 You're the only one
 Out of millions that surround you
 I belong to you
 After three years, it became clear
 With close inspection, no one's perfection
 Honestly, you sure you want me to be
 The last one you'll ever know
 The last one you'll ever know
 Aren't you scared to say
 We are old and grey
 A better life has passed you by
 And I'd be the reason why
 Clubs and diamonds
 Spades and hearts
 Free will and fate both play their part
 All have history, all are scarred
 Trust no one, stay on guard...