My phone rings late at night for your love
I never answer scared of what might come
Knowing that some nights are full of loneliness
But others are full of regret mixed with passion
Not able to see past your brown eyes
All you see is remorse
But beneath is a pain bellowing low
Check this love thing out
Moving like the bristles of grass in the spring air
The grapevine as smooth as mine
Not knowing you were as cold as ice
Making you speed through the night
Taking hearts and blinding them
To make them your own
