He fell in love with the wrong girl.
He's never going to know.
His lips burn a thousand degrees.
And hers are made of snow.


They came to an agreement
To keep things on the low.
But together they're a tall rose bush
That's never going to grow.


They winded up the river
Racing against the flow.
Taking breaks between kisses
To row.

He looked at her
Like he was waiting for the wind to blow.
She couldn't bear to see him like this.
She had to let him go.