You’re not the same,
I couldn’t tell you why.
Has someone changed the colors in your mind?
I see you there, and wonder who’s inside.
Your touch is so lonesome I could cry.
So if I keep our story’s end out of sight…
I’d write, I’d write our song again every night.
Even if it takes us 30 years to ignite,
I’d wait.
Wait.
So here we are, a poet and a rhyme.
All come undone, without a final line.
So if I keep our story’s end out of sight…
I would write, I’d write our song again every night.
Even if it takes us 30 years to ignite,
I’d wait.
Wait.
And If I could, I’d fly a plane all through time.
I would take you back to the fireworks in July.
Everyday we made was magic and alive.
And I’d stay.
Stay.