You caught my eye
But you wouldn't play your part
You broke some glass
Then you broke my heart
Why does it always happen this way?
Everytime our eyes meet
You seem to walk away
Walk away
Far away
Breakin' bottles
Breakin' hearts
Pourin' dreams
When will love start?
Parting is upon us
Will the memory last?
Was that the one?
Or just another moment that passed?
Breakin' bottles
Breakin' hearts
Pourin' dreams
When will love start?
To suffer the pain of togetherness
Or the liberation of being a muse
It's not for me to say
I'll leave that for you to choose
Living as the dream
Living as the mystery
Living as the fantasy
Living as the hope
Breakin' bottles
Breakin' hearts
Pourin' dreams
When will love start?
Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserve. Mark Lecuona
I wrote this for a cute bartender after she threw an empty bottle into the trash can... she liked it then I never saw her again....