The end's pretty clear

Turning corners on a sphere

I see glass melt, but my love, you don't

Our shapes trying to hold

You don't talk to me now; we won't figure it out

Maybe we can turn this all, turn her around

The fire surrounds...

This time, all your love life

Passing in front of your eyes

Over too soon...

Can't get out, can't get in

Caught between the rooms again

As if no one's painting them

Well, I am!

You don't speak to me now

I haven't [spoke {nouns?} or {in's and out's?}]

And when things start making sense...

She turns right around, she says...

"This time, you've fallеn asleep at the wheel

I can't keep guessing the ways you feel"

Wеll, I'm telling you...

That this time, the usual rules don't apply

I said some things I will regret later on

While I'm losing you...

Running away from it all

The life of a game, more involved, as two

Oh, this time...

[You're drawing across in a]? line

Sketching our love as a place in time

While I'm losing you...

Oh, and this time...

I'm losing the shape in my mind

I won't be able to look in your eyes

Cause I'm losing you!

(Did you mean to do that? Do what?)