She's lost amid the forest fire,
Looking for herself and finding nobody at all...

I love you on a Monday morning
As I drink my daily dose...

I love you, baby,
With the power of the sun...

I love you like rain fall
Because for you I'm falling...

I'm so excited
You're finally coming out...

I miss you at night
As lights turn off...

Come cuddle with me
I'll hold you in my arms...

There's nothing up there where dogs stare
And protect the gate with their hair...

I miss your laugh
I miss your face...

I miss her hair, you know, its fair,
But what isn't is my heart's despair...

Fighting for love in this sentimental train,
The ride is harsh, but conditions are plain...

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