Amber, when the rain falls down
I think of you and forget a frown...

On a cold night I hope you're warm
With thoughts that gently swoon...

Gentle butterfly watching the silver moon
With twisting colors that shimmer and swoon...

Who could know what I know, at the end of the
world...

I don't know what you see in nothingness
That calls your name with such gentleness...

I miss you and it's not over:
The thought that I could be your lover...

I'm westbound on a train to see you
And don't know what face you'll make...

The Nightingale was born one August evening
And on the 11th day of every month it rose...

I wish we had a chance
To do the things that lovers do...

You're somebody's best friend,
You're somebody's high school crush...

Lost love, regained, is no longer lost
But the lady who wants it at any cost...

Just as before, I leap in someone else's ocean
And their sea of troubles becomes mine...