I still take the shortcut down your avenue to see if the lights on.
In hopes that one day everything will change and we'll wake up together sipping coffee before dawn.
But now that we're lost in the jungle of love I hope your roaming free.
Maybe one day I'll meet you again, waiting for you by the english oak tree.
You became the best part of my day,
now I sit here and pray.
I sit and let my mind ponder, perhaps once this is all gone away the pigment of you on my lips won't fade.
Constantly wondering why you couldn't have stayed.
I'll continue searching for that lucky clover.
While dreaming of the day we get to start over.