what does one do
when the winds of love come rushing through?
when the breeze of her is all over you
when the rustles change from light to dark
and her mood to you more limp and stark
i spoke of love.
did i make a mistake?
i think i did for now i shake.
a distant love of hers she sees
in her bed instead of me
why, i ask (of course to me)
does she love her?
what does she see?
maybe its her memory
who she was or was thought to be
only pain did this lover leave
months and months and months to grieve
and tears that cried deep rivers to drown
her words were spoke to bring her down
i love you dear, i love you so
i understand youre not ready to go
i understand you cant control
i understand you need time
i understand you need space
--it hurts like hell to leave this place
i didnt mean to fall in love
i didnt mean to conjure up
hopes and dreams of me and you
all too sudden all too soon
and now i fear ive run you off
afraid for me and me for you
i spoke too soon, i spoke too soon
i spoke selfishly what was on my mind
i spoke with blurry, unclean eyes
i dont know what you face
i dont know, dont know that taste
the anger and pain of all you feel
i wish, i wish it wasnt real
i wish i could take your place
...if it meant you healed.
you are strong, my dear
a solid rock
though broken now, your heart will mend
you can count on, love, a victorious end
