Passion comes and passion goes
That's when time really slows
When your tears soak the pillow your head lies upon
Oh you'll know, then you'll know

Well, fact is I've cried an ocean over you
Always looking in a retrospective view
Even the rivers have dried out
At least the ones I see, maybe natures way of telling me?

A coping mechanism to tell you it was real
When all there is left are these beautiful memories
The good and the bad ones I cherish oh so dear
Truth is there's often more to a story than the pure eye can see