I don't want to live a lieI'm letting go all the things I shouldI don't want to be such a rushIf we always fight, then we'll get tiredAnd nothing can fix everything unless we triedWe were born in half, then we should stand here as oneSo, is it matter now to talk about love?---Don't put our last goodbye in the jarTwo sides of us will always be brokenAnother time we'll get it all overWe ought to live as a part-timer loverWe'll be a politician somehowWe'll be a politician somehowWe're criticizing each other's mindLet's end this tense with some kind of wineThe more we share the more we can bareAre you here with me now?