The heart was made to be covered over the years by notches, nicks, indents, and scratches... Every pore and crevice created one by oneto forever hold a piece of every story.
Sometimes...a song can take me back to where it all began.But...then there'sthat song thatmakes me fallwhere I stand.
I saw you before you ever saw me... And it took you years to finally see... But now it's my fault I'm not where you want me to be... Living my own lifebeautifully free.
I stumble drunkenlyThrough the darkWith my eyes closed.Arms outstretchedAs I feel the wayTo a beating heart.Trying to find the oneThat reminds meOf you.