it was the end of the world
over a bottle of wine you kissed me
the bombs fell on the roof

we hopped fences
we dodged debris
hearts racing
running faster

people cried out from burning buildings
we pulled them along with us
the whole time you held onto my hand

we hid under cars
we held each other
hearts racing
running faster

we didn't want to leave this world alone
you looked into my eyes
reflecting the flames around us

did you make it out alive
were you looking for me
hearts racing
running faster

the dream was so vivid
your arms wrapped around me
your breath on my neck
as you slept so soundly

i awoke with shock
expecting you beside me
your eyelids fluttering with sleep
as i turn to face you

the dream was so real
it hurt when my bed was empty
no dream can replace
what we once had

so i close my eyes
once again to hear your voice
as real as what once was
but will never be again

the thoughts he shares
from miles away
implies he cares

when he was here
he shared the same
invoking in him fear

he took every word
cast them down
no more she heard

in the whispered night
sharing secrets
brought new light

he says he's coming back
it worries her
no emotion she may lack

for when he speaks
not knowing he lies
to the lonely girl he seeks

she carries each word
though she knows she shouldn't
most go unheard

he should be warned
each letter mouthed
she is warmed

it appears he cares
when he continues
with thoughts he shares

we talk in black and white
the screaming in my head is red
inside my heart it's grey

words fall in silence
their meanings roaring
but understanding is deaf

impossibly blue eyes
look into unappealing brown ones
blinded by yellow sun

we talk in black and white

While we're young,
teach me how to live
with you by my side.

When you kiss me,
teach me how to breathe.
While you hold me,
teach me how to love.

When I cry,
I'll teach you how to care.
When I fall,
I'll teach you how to catch me.

As we grow old,
we'll teach each other
simply to be ourselves.

There are some things a heart can't take.
One too many shooting stars
means one too many wasted wishes.
As beautiful as they may fall
there is sadness in their dying.
This is something a heart can't take.

There are some things a heart can't take.
One more dead bouquet  of flowers
means one more to pick up off the floor.
As fragrant as the petals once were
there are only brown leaves left behind.
This is something a heart can't take.

There are some things a heart can't take.
One more love walking away
means one more first lonely night.
As bright as the flame may have burned
there are scars left under the ashes.
This is something a heart can't take.

I wanted to hug you
but it would have be unprofessional.
Four years,
we have worked together,
and I was finally able to talk to you.

You started to joke with me
but it didn't feel unprofessional.
You said,
'I almost didn't recognize you!'
and we walked along the canyon rim.

Every time out paths cross
my thoughts become unprofessional.
Your blue eyes,
make me dizzy and I get tongue-tied,
maybe that's why I couldn't speak.

I packed you a lunch since you forgot yours
and it didn't seem at all unprofessional.
You said,
'You've made me week!'
and the baked goods were all you could talk about.

I offered to make you a cheesecake for your birthday
and I hope our relationship gets unprofessional.
You said,
'We can trade beer and baked goods!'
and I couldn't keep the smile off my face.

Now I have to wait until April
and I'll try to be professional.
Believe me,
I still want to hug you
and I hope you call me for that cheesecake.