Yes of course there’s always choice
On the paths that we will take...

The loneliness with
A single candle burning...

I love the way you walk in the room
And all my attention you steal...

The fire that was lit so long ago
From when I first saw the spark in your eyes...

I love that feeling when we first meet
Butterflies and nervous feet...

You often just ignore me each time that you walk...
You don't even notice as my arms reach for the sky...

Two strangers eyes upon a train
When they meet they look again...

I know you were mad and reacted as such
The things that you said you didn't mean that much...

Nobody listens to me
You think I'm too young to know...

It was many years ago
I remember it all so well...

I know you feel that life is hard
I know you think that you've been scarred...

I see you with him
He has control...