God that was strange to see you again; Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said ‘yes I think we’ve met before’, In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain; We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad; I was trying to remember your name…

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin; Tried to reach deep but you couldn’t get in
Now you’re outside me; You see all the beauty; Repent all your sin

It’s nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn’t choose
I’ll write you a postcard; I’ll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love…

Live through this, and you won’t look back…
Live through this, and you won’t look back…
Live through this, and you won’t look back…

There’s one thing I want to say, so I’ll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I’m not sorry I met you
I’m not sorry it’s over
I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save

I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save…