Drawing faces on the pictures of the lovers in my mind
Running through the chances I ever had of calling you mine
I saw right through your eyes
I saw your darkened skies
You're going to cry
Getting closer to the edge I think i'm going to lose my mind
Reaching out to hold your hand, you never should have been so kind
Running through the chances I ever had of calling you mine
I saw right through your eyes
I saw your darkened skies
You're going to cry
Getting closer to the edge I think i'm going to lose my mind
Reaching out to hold your hand, you never should have been so kind