Once an egg is broken, it can never be replaced.
You're not the one to fall.
Once a word is written, it can never be erased.
Once a shoe has worn out, its usefulness has, too
And one of the things of knowing love
Is knowing when it's through.
Once a flower has wilted, its fragrance disappears
Once a word is spoken, it will echo through the years.
Once a match has burned out, it will never flame anew
And one of the things of knowing love
Is knowing when it's through.
Funny all the time spent on half-forgotten dreams.
Funny all the energy we waste on foolish schemes.
We wouldn't strike that matchstick to watch it flame anew,
Why, then, can't we know enough
To know when love is through?
So, on we go, relentlessly, in spite of tears and pain
Trying to stop the leaves from falling
Trying to stop the rain,
But, once a heart is broken, it will always be in two,
And one of the things of knowing love
Is knowing when it's through.
