Текст песни Brooks — What It's Come Down To

I can't talk to her, she won't listen now.
All the good has disappeared for her somehow.
We're in separate rooms, and we're in separate beds.
While the whole thing rolls around inside my head.
But I don't want to think about it, and I don't want to talk about about it.
And I don't want to live without it.
But what can I do?
I don't want to say its so, she's going to let me go.
But inside I know what its come down to.
Sent did she and I