I can never love you the way you want to be loved
but I can scream your name at this mountain we're on top of
and it will bounce back to me
as my mouth is the only home it will come home to.

I can never change your past
but I can try to drive your storms into the ocean
and that will be the first time you will hear the silence
you've forgotten the melody of.

You will never have to worry
when will I stop showing where your place is
as I will never start showing it.
You will find it yourself;
in thoughts of me no one ever got the chance of hearing.

I can never love you the way you want to be loved
but I will
in ways your past didn't tell you about.