I have searched high and low
But theres nothing to find,
Compared to what we have
And the feelings that bind.
You wrap an arm around me,
And I melt into you;
And yet you deny
This passion is true.
And so I sit past
Midnight's truth
Remembering the last
Days of our youth.
And there you lay,
Long hair covering your face
And I am a stranger
In this distant place.
But here I am,
Willing and pleading
And yet you deny
My heart that is bleeding.