Can we erase our history?
Is it as easy as this?
Plausible deniability
I swear I've never heard of it
And I can close the door on us
But the room still exists
And I know you're in it

Hours of phrases I've memorized
Thousands of lines on the page
All of my notes in a desolate pile
I haven't touched in an age
And I can burn the evidence
But I can't burn the pain
And I can't forget it

How does it feel (how does it feel)
To be an expert in a dying field?
And how do you know (how do you know)
It's over when you can't let go?
You can't let go, you can't stop, you can't rewind
Love is learned over time
'Til you're an expert in a dying field
(How does it, how does it feel?)

The city is painted with memory
The water will never run clear
The birds and the bees and the flowers and trees
They know that we've both been here
And I can flee the country
For the worst of the year
But I'll come back to it

How does it feel (how does it feel)
To be an expert in a dying field?
And how do you know (how do you know)
It's over when you can't let go?
You can't let go, you can't stop, you can't rewind
Love is learned over time
'Till you're an expert in a dying field

Can we erase our history?
Is it as easy as this?
Maybe in other realities
The road never took this twist
And I can close the door on us
But the room still exists

How does it feel (how does it feel)
How do you know (how do you know)
Can't stop, can't rewind
Love is learned over time
'Til you're an expert in a dying field

Oh, an expert in a dying field