Sadly, we both know Everything begins and ends Right where you begin and end God only knows the number of nights I stayed up thinking Only of you
Right where I begin and end Our story is written in my bones Do you know I still dream of you? Right where we begin and end I sometimes see the lines blur God only knows the nights spent thinking Only of you
If Edgar Allan Poe can write a poem using the letters of his lover's name...so can I.