End of the fight

I want to say that this is right.
That the way we've been living is lovely light.
Like a wound up ball small and tight.

But that wouldn't be fair
would it bother you to care?

My misjudgment upon you is growing dull.
Before we part lets try just one more pull.

We'll make believe every things nice
Then turn around and stab the dice.

I want to say that this is right,
that the way we've been living is lovely light.
Like a wound up ball small and tight.

And all the consequences made
are sure to come up and be paid.

Wrong doings on both ends
Are sure to be thrown and bend.

Fragile pieces we know have broken
like a child thats been woken

I want to say that this is right,
that the way we've been living is lovely light.
Like a wound up ball small and tight.

But it wouldn't be right.
Lets end this fight.