How we feel about Love
Depends on our past...

How could mere syllables contain
The rythmns beating within my heart...

I can take a trip to the local store
And buy everything in sight...

I oftentimes sit and wonder about
Just what brought You to me...

The tide flows in, the tide flows out
And so another day...

Hook, line and sinker
I fell for your lines...

Off to visit Sleepyville again,
I get there each night 'round this time...

"Tell me a story Daddy?"
"Amber Rose, you know it's past...

Just talking with you
Brings a smile to my face...

Only four more days 'til Friday
When we're living out our dreams...

There's something to be said for someone
Who can uplift those who are feeling down...

Insecurity and uncertainties show
Each time that we're apart...