The moon whispers starlight upon my veranda
As I sit out in the cool kiss of night...
I sit and sit waiting for a reply
when i get one i just smile...
A broken soul is still a soul,
though its been hurt, abused, and judged...
I can't explain to you,
or show you...
What started on bus 59
Our very own meet cute...
Dig my grave as deep as the wound in my heart
Put a cross and a note that says I died...
My heart is weary
Coz my mind...
From the moment I met you
Till I finally said...
I am using all my minds will,
Trying to understand...
The one that used to be in my eyes,
looked exactly like you...
Oh, how many times I ignored love's warm embrace.
I lived every day in a cold and heartless place...
If miles
were minutes...