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
Oh 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 its toll upon us all
Well it would break our hearts
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 affairs of the heart