You're an angel that nobody can see,
Still, an angel is what you are to me.
The flashbacks keep coming
Like a train that never stops running
Somethings have to be forgotten
And others just remain regrettable
February the 1st.
There's a story told of a wizard
Who, for money, would cast a spell,
He calls to me across the miles
Night winds carry his whispers
They float on the breeze and through my windows
Falling gently upon my ears
Is there such a thing as love at first sight?
That's the question I used to ask
Until I laid eyes on you.
How is it possible to feel so much for a
I want to tell you something
But how do I?
There's a thousand ways...
Which should I?
I don't know how to explain it,
If only you could truly see,
How much I really care for you,
How much you mean to me.
February the 2nd.
I want to change the rules.
Instead of fifteen minutes of fame,
looking for a lonely star
who'd keep me company