I really hoped I could love
before the glaciers melt and came rushing down my door,
before the bombs fell and held me in their warmth.

I could see myself kissing and hugging,
and flat out loving, before my lips ran dry,
my arms stiff, and my heart stopped going.

I really thought I would know how it felt to be held,
before time passed me by and cast me aside.

Still, the longer I wait, the truer it gets,
that loving wasn't made for us all.