Sadly, we both know
Everything begins and ends
Right where you begin and end
God only knows the number of nights
I stayed up thinking
Only of you
Right where I begin and end
Our story is written in my bones
Do you know I still dream of you?
Right where we begin and end
I sometimes see the lines blur
God only knows the nights spent thinking
Only of you
If Edgar Allan Poe can write a poem using the letters of his lover's name...so can I.