I sit alone, secluded, by myself
Wishing for something tangible...

There is a word - it rhymes with "dove,"
And from beneath will rise above...

What do I do, what do I say
Should I speak what I think or turn away...

I find I'm always smiling
At the very thought of you...

I lie here in my bed awake
Rememb'ring all of my mistakes...

Lord, where is the one for me
The one, hand-picked, whose wife I'll be...

I push and I pull and I try so hard,
But I don't want to push too far...

You're such a liar, get up off your knees -
I don't need your apologies...

A man's heart can devise his way,
He thinks he's in control...

I'm sorry that I did some things
That might have displeased you...

Why can't I figure this out?
It shouldn't be this difficult...

These have I loved...
The way the sun falls on my face...