Oct 20, 2004 18:04
the radio plays the same song every morning
at ten to seven as the sun starts to shine
your smile always finds the perfect direction
but my heart never beats at just the right time
continue the pattern of steep hills and valleys
until I can't keep with your pace
I will walk slower with the same goal in mind
but I'll never catch up to the chase
the words in our book are written so lightly
the slightest breeze may tear them apart
with the pages wide open after all of this time
i'm surprised that the wind hasn't taken my heart
the starting is an ending
and we are about to start anew
the starting is an ending
and you're about to start anew
the starting is an ending
and we are about to start anew
the starting is an ending
these are love stories with no endings