Fantasies of the heart are all too often created,
but the ones blessed with sincerity...
Words aren't often spoken.
cuz we both know...
Come stay with me, and be my love.
Please dry my silent tears, because...
Looking back on the past
that we made long ago...
I can't hold this in,
I am splitting at the seams...
Your foot, is in the door
I ask you why, your bags are packed on the floor...
I'm done being stupid,
Done trying to believe you...
When we're together,
It feels so right...