Your words are music to my ears My broken soul's reprise A chansonette to ****** my fears I miss your perfect eyes When you looked into mine & gazed into my soul, you saw the gaping hole inside of my chest where your head used to rest I still breathe, you still live These dreams are all I have to give I dream of books stacked by the hundreds & lips itching to meet with skin Where hours are minutes and roses are rings I don't know why I dream of these things And secrets were spilled, but never were tears And our love filled the void of a lonely three years