A heart that pins,
a mind that wonders.
An answer that I seek to find,
one that can only be hers.
Thinking to days gone by,
to times that might 'ever return.
And I ask myself why,
how has is it come to this turn?
So listen to the Ballad of the Fool,
The song of the confused and the lost.
For even if I know one leads to two,
I still hold one to the life that was.
You'll tell me to move on,
to live like any other.
But I'll shake my head and say,
not till I get my answer.
The rain beats on and I look outside,
feeling the weight of my heart.
The day has already given way to night,
and yet here I stay, looking away has 'ever been so hard.
But's nothing I can do,
;cept wonder about the cold.
So I hum a little tune,
the first words that go...
Yep I just realized writing lyrics for love songs can be awfully cheesy. But hey, it was... refreshing.
a mind that wonders.
An answer that I seek to find,
one that can only be hers.
Thinking to days gone by,
to times that might 'ever return.
And I ask myself why,
how has is it come to this turn?
So listen to the Ballad of the Fool,
The song of the confused and the lost.
For even if I know one leads to two,
I still hold one to the life that was.
You'll tell me to move on,
to live like any other.
But I'll shake my head and say,
not till I get my answer.
The rain beats on and I look outside,
feeling the weight of my heart.
The day has already given way to night,
and yet here I stay, looking away has 'ever been so hard.
But's nothing I can do,
;cept wonder about the cold.
So I hum a little tune,
the first words that go...
Yep I just realized writing lyrics for love songs can be awfully cheesy. But hey, it was... refreshing.
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