Lyrics

It’s hard to tell if it’s just me or a broken heart that whispers in your ear to tell you all you want to hear and to keep you in a constant state of fear.

But I don’t know what to believe. Is it the sorrow screaming or is it meant to be? And she don’t know what to believe. Is it the boyfriend screaming? It’s time that she should.

Let it out. I’ve got to get out. An endless sea of pictures of you. Get it out, and let it all out. A silent calm and snow covered view.

Confidential afternoons. Don’t tell anyone that we are here. Quiet midnight rendezvous. It’s hard to believe only a year

Oh sweet poetry just like Shakespeare would say. And oh, sweet irony; it used to be me and I’ll be on my way.

It’s hard to tell if I’ve moved on or I’m just lost in search of you. The sun sets down beneath the sea, but I think I know what I will do.

I see so clearly beyond the surf. We have different thoughts on what is right. I cannot tell you how much it hurts, but to you a so long, and so long and goodnight.

Oh sweet poetry just like Shakespeare would say. And oh, sweet irony; it used to be me and I’ll be on my way.