An opaque group of clouds is marching through the sky,
I sit and watch them as I write my reply,
The answer to my living, the reason I fight,
I can't feel for somebody else, it just doesn't feel right.
Your beauty, your soul, your powerful words,
The all have me spinning off the edge of the earth,
And as far as the clouds, they know what to do,
They aid me from light and shelter my love for you.
Tell me please, where did I go wrong,
You wrote me a letter that has had me crying all night long,
The letter is smudged with my tears,
Telling me that I've been a problem to you for all these years.
What happened to the rose that you brought to me that day,
On my doorstep in a suit, ready to take me away,
I remember that day, you held my hand,
Walking along the beach, I felt that sorrow was banned.
We talked and listened to our favorite bands,
Swearing that we were their biggest fans,
We shared our secrets on the phone all night,
We would hear the sound of our whispers until the morning light.