You're a silver-lined cloud on a bleak and dreary day
You're the invisible force standing in my way

You're a mockingbird's song on a clear summer night
You're the hot tears shed from a too-bright light

You're the solitary thing that I cannot live without
You're the cruel temptation of an impossible route

You're these words that I write, all coming out wrong
You're the inspiration that has taken far too long