"My eyelids are heavy, and the night is wearing on. Your story is familiar, and our innocence is gone. We'd burn like the morning, then break like your heart. Fall in love without warning, just to fall back apart. All fevered and blistered, with nothing at stake. I feel the warmth of her whisper, and the calm of my mistake. Her soul is in the balence, my heart is in her hand. I made her a widow - she made me a man."