I love you, must that be a problem.
You're my head to heart,
Oh, must you be the peice?
My missing peice of peace.
Fit like a puzzle but a broken puzzle at that.
When will I reach you. Can I reach you?
Are you just too far to reach.
I thought I cold until the sun came.
She's the Sun to my moon,
Moon to her sun.
Perhaps it's dream? Perhaps not.
She's shining over the stream.
