Thinking... too much..
He loves her so much but he just can't escape
The fear that a ring would repeat his parent's mistake
She wants it so bad and feels battered and weak
But love without patience is a mime trying to speak
But time will pass on
And life will speed by as the hours drag along
No other path but to face the beast
No other way to be released
Love is waiting for a bus that may not come
Ignoring defeat, reviving what's numb
Smiling in the cold, whistling to the wind
Well aware that all have sinned
Well aware of the illusion of control
Well aware of the darkness on your soul
Well aware of the hope of the light
Still trying through the struggle and the fight
It’s a battle to the end
But the survivors more than mend. They love and ascend.
The fear that a ring would repeat his parent's mistake
She wants it so bad and feels battered and weak
But love without patience is a mime trying to speak
But time will pass on
And life will speed by as the hours drag along
No other path but to face the beast
No other way to be released
Love is waiting for a bus that may not come
Ignoring defeat, reviving what's numb
Smiling in the cold, whistling to the wind
Well aware that all have sinned
Well aware of the illusion of control
Well aware of the darkness on your soul
Well aware of the hope of the light
Still trying through the struggle and the fight
It’s a battle to the end
But the survivors more than mend. They love and ascend.