A girl so innocent and young,
A boy so true that it sung...
Trying to hold back tears
for happiness has been...
With just a simple spark,
my heart is renewed...
What goes round comes round.
How true...
As his calloused fingers pluck his vintage Gibson...
his passion poured with each single verse...
There was once a time,
When even I, was blind...
You, my dear, are like a candle.
On and on, just burning, melting...
Hope
approaches from above...
Last night,
I saw the ghost of our love...
I'm sorry I'm so confusing
And I'm not all you wish I could be...
I am sorry if I hurt you
but we both have made mistakes...
Gazing off a cliff with arms wide open
Wind carrying my voice out over the ocean...