Авторы: Brent Mydland, John Perry Barlow
A man and a woman come together as strangers. When they part they're usually strangers still. It's like a practical joke played on us by our Maker. Empty bottles, that can't be filled. You fancy me to be the master of your feelings. You barely bruise me with your looks to kill. Though I admit we were sometimes brutal in our dealings, I never held you against your will. Chorus: Baby, who's to say it coulda been different Now that it's done. Baby, who's to say... Baby, who's to say that it shoulda been Anyway. Baby, who's to say... Baby, who's to say That it even matters in the long run. Who's to say. Give it just a minute. And it'll blow away. It's blow away. Your case against me is so Very clearly stated I please no contest, I turn and shrug. I've come to figure all importance overestimated. You must mean water when you beg for blood.