Whitaker
My Own
Tell me this
Does any of this love exist
Or is it just a fire
Keeping out the cold
Fear of the unknown
Turning us to coal

Oh those lips
The heavy way we used to kiss
We'd set the world alight
Live years within a night
And memories never lie
Tell me that I'm right, tell me that I'm right

I've seen it all go your way
But now you fall every day
Your tired, unfamiliar face
Says it all

I was told
Even though we all grow old
Love will never die
Love's ignorant of time
But those words were your own
And that was long ago, that was long ago