He keeps his secrets so he doesn't even tell himself He keeps his ringer off and doesn't hear the telephone How could he know a pretty girl could mess him up And he wants to know More than anything he wants to know She knew it's wrong but she had to taste the bitterness She clings to everything that keeps her out of loneliness Pretty pretty girl meets guy How could they know that two wrongs can never make a right That two wrongs can never make a right Love finds a way to be free Woe is me It keeps on holding us closely Woe are we Two wrongs don't make a right for me Woe is me He told her no but she bit down to the apple core She spit up worms and everything they knew fell to the floor Sifting through the pieces all they found was more And the glory of their garden fell And the glory of their garden fell Love finds a way to be free Woe is me It keeps on holding us closely Woe are we Two wrongs don't make a right for me Woe is me Children follow my voice Children follow my voice My words are like silk and my tears are like yours Falling from the sky from which the lost can find love amidst the pain Love is like a song you can't help but sing
