Lover's past
Fictionist

I was talking to my brother again
Til the middle of the night
And he held me close
And said that everything'll be all right

These are troubled times we're living in
But it's nothing new
I think of lovers past
The odds were against them too

So you can believe in these moments
I'm not ready to go
You can believe in the writing on the wall
But there's times and there's seasons
Nothing's gonna tip til it's ready to fall
It's ready to fall

These painted walls and navy suits
They don't treat you right
And it's true what you said
About the people on the other side

We all hang in the balance
Waiting for something to push us in
We could've walked away
But that might've been a sin
Yeah, we could've walked away
But that might've been a sin

So you can believe in these moments
I'm not ready to go
You can believe in the writing on the wall
But there's times and there's seasons
Nothing's gonna tip til it's ready to fall
It's ready to fall

Ain't nothing like sunny skies
When all you see is rain
Now, honey, we've been down this road
Again and again and again
So maybe that's why we're so professional
At breaking hearts
And playing these foolish games
Oh, I'm not ready to go
There you were, there you were, there you were, there you were
Yes, I'm not ready to go
There you were, there you were, there you were
Whoa

There you were, there you were, there you were, there you were
Whoa, hey, whoa
There you were, there you were, there you were, there you were
Yeah

So you can believe in these moments
I'm not ready to go
You can believe in the writing on the wall
But there's times and there's seasons
Nothing's gonna tip til it's ready to fall
It's ready to fall
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