Cassandra, keep it down
I don't think they can hear you now
Don't think they heard you first time 'round
No, they can't hear you
No, Cassandra

Cassandra, it won't make sense
Not if you think and think again
But still they do say life is forgiving
And ends are partnered with beginnings

And daily, you saw it come
And you gave warning, but couldn't run
And so you watched until it was broken
And knew that foresight delays no motion

I know it's awful
I know it bruising
I know you can't see past the conclusion
But still the world turns upon its axis
And we make circles so we can match it

And read our lines, though we've had no practice

Cassandra, keep it down
I don't think they can hear you now
Don't think they heard you first time 'round
Now, they can't hear you
There's no answer

And maybe there's something great
That gives us meaning, if we wait
But still I'm human, I'm broken-hearted
I see your sundress and your sunglasses
I hear your question, and how you ask it
'What use is love if it always passes?'
And though they do say life is forgiving
What use is life to those who aren't living?