Sometimes at its draught,
we find it hard to walk away.
Was it the years?was it the faith?
or merely the love that makes us stay?

Sometimes, it starts to pour,
we find it hard to try again.
But,it's all the same,with him and her,
with you and me,we can't stop the rain.

Sometimes,it's fifteen below,
we never really know how it'll end.
Are we lovers or are we friends?
or are we lovers and friends?

Sometimes, it's like a hurricane,
we can't go on the play.
You're wondering if she's good for you
and she's wondering the same.

Sometimes,it's like the aftermath of a disaster,
we know this time is the last.
But when we're standing at the crossroad walking out,
we know we'll regret letting it remain as our past.

Sometimes, it's so warm to the soul,
we just know we can't let it pass us by.
well,love's a two-way street,
we might as well learn to see eye to eye.

I have faith but faith keeps playing me,
no worries, play on.
And when in matters of the heart,
it plays me forlorn.
I couldn't even prove my worth in this,
nor how genuine in that.
It smacks me down six feet under,
like I was a choice faith had regret.
I was almost near,
that washed out dream of mine.
And everytime you are here,
I feel that invisible line.
Faith got interrupted,
they tell me I'll never reach it.
Sometimes I could almost feel that coldness,
where our hands still fits.
Perhaps with a bigger leap of faith,
it might just save some bits of my washed out dream.
And maybe we could be more genuine
than it seems.
I have faith,but faith keeps playing me,
no worries, play on.
Play on, to the very last of our song.

Look up to the sky.
On the other side you might just be doing likewise.
You're wondering if there's someone
out there like you tonight.
Someone out there who longs for more
and is slowly losing the fight.
Would you be the one who understands?
Says, darling,it's alright
come take my hand.
Yet before I could have a leap of faith,
I let out quite a sigh.
That sort of happy ending story
was never quite yours or mine.
It's like I could almost feel you
just across that dark still sky.
It's like we might just be an
almost love song,but why?
Fate plays us on two sides of the universe.
We'd never cross,we'd never meet,
we'd never know we both exist.
Look up to the sky.
On the other side you might just be doing likewise.

In due time, the stars might play their fate.
Now, it feels almost it's heaven match made.
But there is only room for two.
They couldn't stay to please you.
Perhaps she never will,
might never fit in there.
One last leap,
but she wouldn't dare.
They look at her with such disdain.
You couldn't ease that pain.
With that much barrier,
with that much not alike.
She's hanging on,
but she might just lose that lonesome fight.

I hear you speak of her
and I know it must have hurt.
I could see pass a lie,
the betrayal within your words.
You'd probably make do with "I'm fine",
"It's okay", "I'll be alright".
Yet when darkness falls,
you're alone tonight, you hardly make the fight.
Perhaps as you sleep through this,
images plays like broken record.
Of happy times, of better days,
and at times when you'd fought.
And perhaps at the other end,
you're standing waiting for your baby in white.
Yet with a twist of fate,
your happy ending's story has been rewrite.
I could almost see a tear,
behind those disappointed eyes.
Darling, wipe those tears,you're way too nice,
I'll show you your baby had been telling you lies.
Put on that red shirt and
jive through the night.
Cause darling you know,
you're in for better rides.

I hear you speak of her
and I know it must have hurt.
I could see pass a lie,
the betrayal within your words.
You'd probably make do with "I'm fine",
"It's okay", "I'll be alright".
Yet when darkness falls,
you're alone tonight, you hardly make the fight.
Perhaps as you sleep through this,
images plays like broken record.
Of happy times, of better days,
and at times when you'd fought.
And perhaps at the other end,
you're standing waiting for your baby in white.
Yet with a twist of fate,
your happy ending's story has been rewrite.
I could almost see a tear,
behind those disappointed eyes.
Darling, wipe those tears,you're way too nice,
I'll show you your baby had been telling you lies.
Put on that red shirt and
jive through the night.
Cause darling you know,
you're in for better rides.

Sometimes it makes her feel *****,
flawed and everything bad.
As if she's nothing else
but all that.
A complusive, possessive,
control freak.
It makes her feel she's nothing
than a *****.
She looks herself in the mirror.
She looks in with that much anger.
Perhaps, she'd lost that ******* the road.
You make her feel convicted, like a ****** she wrote.
Like she's better off as an option
than to make her priority.
Perhaps, she plays better an option
than with much formality.
She didn't mean to pry,
she didn't force her way to interfer.
She only wished,
you could spare some time with her.
Perhaps, if you could,
just watch when she sits alone.
You might just see those saddened eyes,
hopeful yet forlorn.
She only pray that you might see,
her worth when she's still there.
Perhaps, it might just be too late,
when you decide this time you'd care.