I couldn't quote you no Dickens, Shelley or Keats
'cause it's all been said before
Make the best out of the bad just laugh it off
You didn't have to come here anyway
So remember, every picture tells a story don't it.
Even the lowest whisper can be heard—over armies—when it's telling the truth.
Cards and phone calls and photograph pictures of you
Constant reminder of all the things you get used to
Is there chance in hell or heaven
That there's still something here to build on
Or do you just pick up the pieces after they fall?
But after all
There's a light in your eyes that I used to see
And a song in the words that you spoke to me
Was I wrong to believe in your melody
There's a light in your eyes
Did you leave that light burning for me?
Should I keep on waiting or does love keep on fading?