You can’t say I haven’t tried, in one ear and out the other side   And I know that this doesn’t feel right at   I can’t adjust to this way at all   I was holding your hand and I did not know you wanted to let go      I’m sorry but I lost you at the part where you said ‘I can explain’ because betrayal offers no form of explanation   To add insult to injury I see no remorse in front of me, the least you could have done was wash the red of your hands      And you can’t say you haven’t lied, seems like we’re just wasting our time again   Please Mr. Surgeon this is urgent, can you make a sharp incision, straight in through my rib-cage?   How?    I don’t care, just get her out of there      And it seems that you can’t decide   between your conscience and your pride      In one ear and out the other, in one ear and out the other side