They knew it was wrong
the same way they knew it was right.
A childlike love that
never disappeared with age.
A cycle of permanent denial.
An excuse... for an excuse.

Where turning away was not an option.
And turning to him was the deepest sin.

And every time you'd begin to forget
you'd be forced to remember...
And every time you turned away...
you'd remember exactly where you were
supposed to be...  

And even if they had their reasons,
and wanted to, one day, just, throw it all away
and be who they are,
they couldn't.
They couldn't go back to what they were...
To who they were...

And every time you'd begin to forget
you'd be forced to remember...
And every time you turned away...
you'd remember exactly where you were
supposed to be...  

They were so damn perfect,
but thought their excuses were
perfect as well.
They couldn't turn away.
Their childlike love didn't die.
And still...
They thought it was so damn right.

And every time you'd begin to forget
you'd be forced to remember...
And every time you turned away...
you'd remember exactly where you were
supposed to be...  
Every time you'd begin to forget
you'd be forced to remember...
It's just that every time you turned away...
you'd remember exactly where you were
supposed to be...