I think I know my heart, but not;
It flutters, falters, and gets caught.
It won't be still, but now won't beat.
I'm empty, lonely, like this street.
I called your name--you never came.
I whispered it into the air.
Am I to blame? I'm still the same.
If only I had loved you fair.

What do I want? But is it you?
Six months ago I thought I knew.
I wanted to be free, but now
I have the chance and don't know how.
I called your name--you never came.
I shouted it inside my heart.
Are you to blame? You're not the same.
The sight of you tears me apart.

I hold you in my arms-but no!
I wake to find my ****** pillow.
I feel you kiss my head, and yet
When I look up, it's just Colette.
I called your name--you never came.
I cried it softly as you passed.
Are we to blame? Are we the same?
Our love was never meant to last.