We should have been holding each other
Your reply was kind and polite
But it feels good to have passion in my life
I hope my head always defers to my heart
I guess I'm crazy to think
I can give you what you don't want
I wish that I had the power
To make these feelings stop
It's so hard to find someone
And from whom you can receive
I guess it's just the draw of the cards
Where I thought I had nothing left inside
I've learned my lesson I've been edified
Where the sleeping dogs lie
Once again I've left to much to chance
I'm feeling sorry for myself
We're all alone in this world
And in matters of the heart
Although we won't say good-byes
Maybe when and if I see you again
I have no harsh words for you
If today were my birthday
As Bronte's bird a bird that could fly
And all accounts would be settled