Our Greatest Year Songtext / Lyric

In the ashes of our greatest year,

I forced the point and gave them grief,

as if I find relief to see the worst in everyone.

Still, it's hard to be cruel to you.

I wish I could -- no, that's not it.

See, what I mean to say is this:

in this mad world it's hard to see the imperfection in your smile,

and it's hard to be true to you.



Even though I run away from you, I'm sorry;

I wish I had chosen to be true.

I'm sorry; I miss your disposition and your strength

I'll miss your disposition and your

strength to see the best in everyone.

Still, it's hard to cruel to you.