Maybe I know, somewhere, deep in my soul, that love never lasts. And we’ve got to find other ways to make it alone or keep a straight face. And I’ve always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance, and up until now I had sworn to myself that I’m content with loneliness, because none of it was ever worth the risk. Well you are the only exception. I’ve got a tight grip on reality, but I can’t let go of what’s front of me here. I know you’re leaving in the morning, when you wake up, leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream. You are the only exception. And I’m on my way to believing.
