Love is not a passive sport to watch from afar
It is to express that warmth in the soul without regard
For love exists even if it is not received
Passing between the sickening emptiness and the wandering dream
The ring of each note pulls on the tearing heartstrings
As the last serenade fades from the mind
Mmm yes that thought. I'll be waiting.
It is to express that warmth in the soul without regard
For love exists even if it is not received
Passing between the sickening emptiness and the wandering dream
The ring of each note pulls on the tearing heartstrings
As the last serenade fades from the mind
Mmm yes that thought. I'll be waiting.
