I must be blind
   I can't see why
   We can't work this out
   It gets so tangled
   When we try to talk and sort it out
  
   There's people dying for what they believe
   And I can't even choose should I stay or leave
   And we're supposed to be in love
  
   And the Great Lost Art Of Conversation
   Is lost on this man tonight
   And the late crossed heart of good intention
   Is forgotten in the heat of the fight
  
   We count the scars to see who won
   You wear them on your heart
   It feels so strange you feel so numb
   I thought I'd fall apart
  
   I'll take my leave
   You take your lace
   Let's leave it now with some semblance of grace
   No point in trying to talk anymore
  
   And the Great Lost Art Of Conversation
   Is lost on this man tonight
   And the late crossed heart of good intention
   Is forgotten in the heat of the fight
  
   And know I won't keep holding on
   I'm not that strong
   End it, it's time we both moved on
   No point in trying to talk anymore
  
   And the Great Lost Art Of Conversation
   Is forgotten in the heat of the fight
   And the late crossed heart of good intention
   Is lost on this man tonight