"No," that's what you said. Bustling crowds or the silence of the sleepers, he's sure which is worse

Because you let go of his hand while they were dancing. Left him standing there, Devastated on the landing. His mother's ring in his pocket, My picture in his wallet. His heart problem was glass, and you dropped it. He told his family for a reason, and he couldn't keep it, His sister squandered it on the bottle, Now no one's celebrating.

Dom Perignon, he brought, No crowd of friends applauded, he had a speech, he is speechless. Love slipped out of his grasp. And you couldn't give a reason Champagne problems.

One for the money, two for the show, you were never ready, then you watch it go, Sometimes you just don't know the answer 'Til someone gets down on their knees and asks you.

And he thinks, "She would have been such a lovely bride, Too bad she gets fucked up in the head" But you'll find the real thing, instead She'll mend your tapestry that you destroyed.