It would take a miracle for you and I to work this out
It would take the hand of a higher power
For us to be compatible
So much for a second chance, it's time to take our final bow
In another circumstance we might have a shot
But I don't see the glass as half full
Giraffes can't sixty-nine
And pigs can't fly around the otherwise empty sky
And no one's turning water into wine
So that doesn't leave much hope for you and I
The curtain has closed on us
The lights are up, there's no encore
Though remnants of everything we've been through
Have pushed me down and seared my skin
There's nothing left to discuss since I won't see you anymore
Maybe on a different plane of our existence
I'd bow to temptation and give in
Giraffes can't sixty-nine
And faces never freeze that way when they pretend to cry
Maybe we'll find some other way to get around this
Maybe we can meet us halfway to get around this
Giraffes can't sixty-nine
And angels don't fall to the floor over a lie
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