Starts With A Big Finish Broken Social Scene

How can you leave at a time like this?
You know the ocean where the sun comes up
Is different than the ocean
Where the sun goes down

These are the days
That were never really meant to be won

Wiggle your toes, can you feel your soul?
Winter sun, you've been laying low
Arrows and bows, prey in the cubicles
I wish I could be home before

You regret the days
That were never really meant to be won

These are the days
That were never really meant to be won

Now that the day has passed away
Here I remain true to you again
The morning breaks, it must be fate
Starting with a big finish, once again

These are the days
That were never really meant to be won