| Your smoky eyes they stare through me
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| With certainty yet disbelief
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| The bluest blue I’ve ever felt
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| Washes over this old heart
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| Taken back through other times
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| When the wish you wanted granted was
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| Something I held softly in my pocket
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| Innocence left with no goodbye
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| Innocence in itself a lie
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| I’ve called that number many times
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| I’ve driven on that road for miles
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| Every hello turns a sad goodbye
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| Every I love you to cry I Love you turns into crying eyes
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| Can’t fall in love though it’s always been in my heart
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| I just cannot be
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| The one who keeps you safe
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| The one who has you believe in love forever after
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| And I just cannot care anymore
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| Have I given all my love?
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| Has what I’ve given been not enough?
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| Is it something we just leave out to be stolen
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| One time time didn’t heal the wound
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| And That ghost has never left my room
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| Is it simply just too crowded now for another?
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| I just cannot be …
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| Just looking for a story, something «ours»
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| Something to hold in times of weakness
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| Just a prayer, a hope
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| A simple glimpse of a guiding light
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| Just looking for some truth
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| To battle all the lies that showed themselves
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| I’m one of them I have always been
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| But maybe I’m just looking for anything else
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| I’ve lived one too many bad clichés
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| Perhaps I’ll live another one today
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| Love isn’t blind, it isn’t all we need
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| Every day I walk I find
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| That these ideas are fiction
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| I just cannot be … |