I'm a poet on the piano
And an aegis hollow dreamer...

I write your name in the sand
With these teardrops that I cry...

Like a broken seam
That's been ripped apart...

Can a burnt down heart
Rekindle from ashes old...

It rolls off your tongue
Like anything else...

Hearts are made
To fall like balloons...

What if the true meaning of love
Was offically finally defined...

A heart and A violin
Have tightly strung strings...

Can a broken heart really mend
Can it be stitched back together...

It's seven chosen colors
With overlapping hands...

I use to tell myself you can have her
Cause you've already taken her from me...

Unto the mirror
I turn my face...