| When every single things Ive grown to love
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| Is tied up in this moment
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| Like a dream from which I pray I’ll never wake
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| Who can wash away these tears
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| When all I’ve ever wanted
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| Is still written on her face
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| But the wind keeps whipping
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| And the time keeps ticking away
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| And it feels like Im not closer
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| With these miles caught in the way
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| Can anything be salvaged from this wreck?
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| With forever lying in peices
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| And her name tacked on my neck
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| Still caught up in what I wouldnt give
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| So stubborn and withdrawn
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| Exposed as though I’d never had a choice
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| Will things ever be the way they were
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| Blue skies and Open hearts
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| Talking up till dawn and reading Joyce
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| But now its clear
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| That theres nothing left to retrieve
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| And precious little that I can believe in And I was just too blind to see it So whats it all for?
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| When the lies mean so much more
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| Much more than reality
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| And whats the use of keeping score
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| When I’ve lost? |