Somewhere back then,
when we were young and innocent...

I coulda sworn i was dreaming
about us last night...

He holds my hands and pulls me close,
insists that I let him...

Picture us during the winter:
the mistletoe hangs...

As time goes on
you have taken some part in my mind...

An unknown feeling of fear
yet that doesn't quite fit...

Tough girl holds back the tears,
never gives in to what any man says...

Crimson red is the color of the set of bricks
laying in a pile next to me...

Dig dig dig dig.
clawing at the ground...

People often think that "too good to be...
Saying it in a uplifting tone...

A spark that ignited
out of no where...

Laying in the dark
thinking about everything that could have been...