so i wandered on my deserted island instead
and inspected the inside of an old empty shed
without even mentioning what was in my head
then i sat on the stump of an uprooted tree
and tried to tell you just how it would be
without any hope that you’d return to me
your penetrating lips and cheeks of scorn
were the gradual change from wind to storm
not knowing at all how the truth was torn
for you’re the flower that always wilts and dies
and i’m the stubborn one who tries and tries
not to realize that your death is only my lies
and when the music stops my soul fills with fear
how many miracles are reflected in a tear
when love is the only thing that keeps me here