and i wonder if I ever cross your mind

Tell me actions, speak louder

but there's something 'bout her words that hurt

clothes on the bed, so late

and I'm the last one still waiting for you

to lock the door

on our way, home I realise

there's some kind of storm brewing in his eyes

only veiled by a thin disguise

now, that I've done my time

I need to move on, and I need you to try

cos we're out of goodbyes

we're out of goodbyes.. 

out of goodbyes

never asked you to change

but sadly you don't feel the same 'bout me

I wonder: does your man still shudder when you touch his hand?

Like this man

on our way home I realise

there's some kind of storm brewing in his eyes

only veiled by a thin disguise

now that I've done my time

I need to move on, and I need you to try

cos we're out of goodbyes

we're out of goodbyes

we're out of goodbyes