What goes round comes round.
How true...
As his calloused fingers pluck his vintage Gibson...
his passion poured with each single verse...
There was once a time,
When even I, was blind...
You, my dear, are like a candle.
On and on, just burning, melting...
Hope
approaches from above...
Last night,
I saw the ghost of our love...
I'm sorry I'm so confusing
And I'm not all you wish I could be...
I am sorry if I hurt you
but we both have made mistakes...
Gazing off a cliff with arms wide open
Wind carrying my voice out over the ocean...
My Hand is lonely for your clasping, dear;
My ear is tired waiting for your call...
If you were say ask me
To give you a second chance...
I thought we were over for good
and I just needed to move on and let you go...