One set of doors was the color of honey,
one set of doors was pink and grey.
Well, I wonder which set is mine, said she,
as she walked down the long hallway.
Well, I wonder which set of rooms are mine,
for in these rooms, she would live and die.
Well, it's better to have loved and lost,
ooh, then to never have loved at all.
Well, it's better to have loved and lost
then to always be alone in your heart.
I thought that there was more involved
through all that time and all these months.
I stopped many times to question you.
Well, I told you that it was the right thing to do.
Well, it's better to have loved and lost,
ooh, then to never have loved at all.
Yes, it's better to have loved and lost,
then to always be alone in your heart.
But I knew that this was just for now,
and the time would take it's toll upon us all.
Well, it would break your heart,
tear it apart.
But no one understood
the affairs of the heart.
Well, it's better to have loved and lost,
ooh, then to never have loved at all.
Well, it'll break your heart,
tear it apart.
But no one understands
the affairs of the heart.
the affairs of the heart.