Your voice holds more harmony than the passionate rain
It's more than a crime when someone uses your name in vain
It would be a pleasure to be with you when we both have canes
But not everything works out like they're planned out to
Life likes to prove us wrong on many occasions
My heart lifts up when my ears pick up the slightest sense of vocalization of you
You're the broth in the warmest soup sold in the supermarkets
And i'm just trying to understand it all.