He may not always say. What you would have him say. But now and then he'll say something wonderful. . The thoughtless things he'll do. Will hurt and worry you.
Some enchanted evening you may see a stranger. You may see a stranger across a crowded room. And somehow you know, you know even then. That somewhere you'll see her again and again.
I'm crawling in my head with the walking dead. I've got a cold sweat on my skin. I'm fighting back the demons in a waking dream. Where my weakness will become a sin.