He has spent a lifetime yearning
Running from the truth he's always known
Standing in her kitchen waiting
For the ringing of the telephone
Believing that tomorrow's just
As cruel as every other yesterday
Ais love for her was another of
The things she would gladly give away
She was very good at torching
Bridges that were built to bring her home
Standing in the ashes weeping
For a life spent mostly on her own
Not feeling that another's trust
Was worth the price that she was asked to pay
His love for her was another of
The things she would gladly give away
In a dream she comes to him
And slowly puts her hand upon his thigh
Telling him she loves him madly
And without his love she would rather die
But in the morning there's still dust
On the side of their bed where she would lay
His love for her was another of
The things she would finally give away