Aug 18, 2005 23:00
Where do you start?
How do you separate the present from the past?
How do you deal with all the things you thought would last?
That didn't last.
With bits of memories scattered here and there
I look around and don't know where
To start.
Which books are yours?
Which tapes and dreams belong to you
And which are mine?
Our lives are tangled like the branches of a vine
That intertwine
So many habits that we'll have to break
And yesterdays we'll have to tear apart
One day there'll be a song or something in the air again
To catch me by surprise and you'll be there again
Where do you start
Do you allow yourself a little time to cry
Or do you close your eyes and kiss it all goodbye
I guess you'll try
And though I don't know when and don't know where
I'll find myself in love again
I promise there will always be
A little place no one can see
A tiny part deep in my heart
That stays in love with you