I’m writing a song
That doesn’t rhyme
From a heart that doesn’t love.

I’m writing a book
Without words
From an empty mind.

I’m painting a picture
Without colors
Because my hand feels so cold.

I’m writing a poem
About my love for you
Why wont it die!?

Somewhere in China,
Is a girl I could love.
Her hair smells like peaches
And her eyes shine like silver.

Somewhere in China,
Is a girl I’ll never meet.
She lives in a village,
With a name I can’t pronounce.

My heart is somewhere in China,
And I can’t pronounce the name
Of the girl who stole it.
Will she ever give it back?

Today I met a Jew
And I looked into her eyes
I say ten plagues being bought
For ten wonders, just to be the chosen people.

Today I met a Jew
And the smell of her hair
Made me think of the red sea
And all that’s lost beneath it.

Today I met a Jew
And was reminded of an exile
That lasted for a thousand years,
And how it ended.

Today I met a Jew
But found God
In the pages of a people’s history.
Never another Masada!

When did you stop being that annoying little girl
And grow to what you are today?
Like dew becoming a rainbow!

I’ve known you all this time, yet only now do I see you
Holding you is like holding a fragile little bird between my fingers
How come I never saw before today?

Surrendering to you is the best thing I ever did.
Who needs strength and pride, with a bird like you in their hands?
Could I make sense of it all except in your eyes?

Let me forget myself in your beauty.
That beauty that knocks me senseless,
And leaves me crying, while I wonder
If heaven was revealed through you
Or maybe hell?

Let forever pass, now I’m in you.
A moment of eternity. A second for forever
While I drown my fears in your wonder.
If I ever had a soul
I'd sell it to you.

Today I passed by you
But you passed through me
The words fade away
When I try and mumble
“hi”

You’re so out of my league
So above me, so full of
Beauty, cuteness,
Yourself and
“him”

I leave myself to you
and all those you do
to take me by my hand
and lead me by the lips
to somewhere in your soul

You're so bad for me
but it feels to good to give in
and let go
and let it flow

Why do you do the things you do?
Do I mean nothing to you?
Lead me in behind your eyes
to your anguished soul

What a wasteland
that land behind your eyes
so bold
so cold

Why does it feel so good with you?
Because it meant nothing to you?
I feel stronger everyday
now I'm over you.