Sometimes when I'm crying
Tears spilling furiously down my face...

In wakeful hours
Our measureless memories...

Cool spring breeze and the sun caressing both our...
Your words whispers in my ears I don't quite hear...

Dozens
Of mistakes...

I'm lying here
Alone...

Today I found a gift you had given me
Three Christmases ago now...

Maybe someday it will all be right
Maybe all this will not matter in a few years...

To laugh is to risk appearing the fool
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental...

I could run
I could run away...

So here it comes
Like cast shadows as the sun sets...

You run your life too fast
Trying to forget about the past...

She tells me her heart's story
Spills out the words like precious stones...