There once was a bug,
Who was in need of a hug...

If you go to a place off by the coast,
You'll discover a small run down cottage...

His words,
They echo deep...

The locket she once held
Close to her heart...

A lonely broken heart,
Wanting back her one true love...

The mockingbirds whistle
A sorrowful tune...

I would...
Rewind the clock...

Boy, you don't know,
What you mean to me...

Wet fingers reach out
And reel me back...

All the world's a painting,
And all the men and women solely pigments...

Cliche as it may be
I'd do anything...

Walking down an old gravel road,
Barefoot and in pain...