I was a backing track.

Saving my green voice's back.

Disguising the obvious,

That I had no-one to sing for.

I lived in a paper bin.

Which I lived curled up and forgotten in.

With an unfinished lovers hymn

Tattooed on my forehead.

Oh, oh, oh, where were you?

Had I known you then,

The outcome would have been better.

I got used to the treadmill love

Where no matter how fast you run,

You're stuck at the starting point,

Only exhausted.

I was the anonymous author

Of songs I'd not dared to share.

Lacking the audience of a lover's ear.

Oh, oh, oh,

Oh, oh, oh, where were you?

Had I know you then,

The outcome would have been better.

You could have prevented this.

You could have prevented this.

You could have prevented this.

You could have prevented this.

You could have prevented this.

You could have prevented this.

You could have prevented this.

You could have prevented -

Oh, oh, oh, where were you?

Had you known me then,

The outcome would have been better.