“Some people have lives; some people have music.”
My memory is cruel
I'm queen of attention to details
Defending intentions if he fails
Until now, he told me her name
It sounded familiar in a way
That I could have sworn I'd heard him say it
Ten thousand times, oh, if only I had been listening
Leave unsaid, unspoken
Eyes wide shut, unopened
You and me always between the lines
Between the lines
обожаю ее тоже.