A Man Called Max Video (MV)

There she is
In my thoughts again
We talked all day
We talked in bed

We talked all night, about tomorrow's dread
Then I went home

Next day at dawn
At phone's first light
She goofed my Sign
Humor out of sight

She caressed a Virgo with a Cancerous vice
But she cannot know

The wait is over
Feet don't fail, now
We make plans for later
Her eyes might be brown

I'm, stammering there, looking for an out
But she cannot know

Summer's heat, oh summer's wet
Summer's sails, and summer's sweat

I'm Hot both inside and out
Her hand grazed mine out by the bow

She must know
But she cannot know

Thoughts of her fray
But they cling like wires
I bleed in my sleep
My Nightmares, conspire

Only she can end my suffering
But she cannot know

I go to tell her
Heart placed in my hands
Lo and behold
There is another man

I am a support beam, beaming
But She already knew

Hence, onward, forward I must view
Forward is overdue