I saw you look at me,
I saw the expression on your face...

Your love is my passion,
my desire,my faith...

Back to the bottle there she goes,
ack to the spot that hurts the most...

...
Pretending...

The wind blowing through my hair,
As i look at the sharp rocks beneath...

I walk in the door I stop and stare,
I see the bottle falling from her hand...