For thousand, thousand years...

I've seen it break hearts all over,

It's a great mimic in play...

With one hand it can give so much,

Which it some day takes away...

I tell myself all the time,

That you can't miss something you don't know...

So I skip the old train and sit at home,

And lay down listening to the radio...

I don't want to build a new fire,

Don't want a temporary gain...

I can do without new choices,

Want to stick to the plans I've made...

Why have this long a discussion?

It's a short ride, anyway...

No second turns, no repercussions,

I can go on my own, all the way...

So, don't take my name...

Don't ask me again...

My mind is made, firm and clear.

I don't want to fall in love with you...

For thousand, thousand years.