You spell love a different way, oh God it hurts

I've learned to read the way you do and

Everybody has a story here

So who came in and twisted you

There's a song it's haunting tune

Convincing you

There's a song, it's calling us to rest again

Just a stringed bead in your catalogue of broken hearts

I am happy to be just to be a page in a chapter of your book

You always read the heart inside me like a book and it made me smile

The eyes will speak words when the lips are standing still

But there is no Dana here at all