We met in that summer
Paris fresh in mystique rain
Days that slip by and pass in a blur
So fast it's almost easy to forget the pain
We were two colliding forces
One innocent, like an inexperienced wave
The other haunted by siren voices
One drowning and the other desperate to save
We were two different chapters
I long to fill your pages with
Voyages and midnights of wistful adventures
And what they all say to be a myth
We comfort each other with empty promises
July afternoons to sing poetry
And to dream of limitless wishes
Words that failed me when you plea
I wish I could tell you
All of the things that had broken me
All the things that might've given you a clue
Why I can't say "I love you, too."
