She had seen many nights
Kissed many uncaring faces but in all of the world, in all of its hidden places
This was the first time and of this at least I am quite sure
Mine was the first face that ever had sung to her
Too many were the years she spent keeping silent, scared yet and somehow still strong
Of all the things I loved her for the most was for how she wasn't afraid to sing along
My only love, your blood's become the ink in which
I'll write the words of our story up from your lungs to the stage gracefully
I miss you so and will love you always
For a moment, my soul lie on the floor
You looked away from me and told me that we were no more
I offered everything I had
It was everything that you seemed to ignore
My only love, your blood's become the ink in which
I'll write the words to our story up from your lungs to the stage gracefully
I miss you so, and will love you always
I returned that night to find out if we had a chance to be still
You denied me but as I left I heard something
The words that we had written to be the truth for the world to see
I turned around and suddenly one last time I began to sing
My only love, your blood's become the ink in which
I'll write the words of our story up from your lungs to the stage gracefully
I miss you so, and will love you always
While I thought that I had never known love
It was then that I realized I had never known loss