You? or the idea of You?
When I walk in, you walk out.
It's like you were never even there.
Like you never even cared.
I gaze into my angel's eyes.
I reach out to touch your face, but you aren't there.
It's late, and I need your lips on mine.
I lean in for a sweet caress, and the space next to me is suddenly empty.
I close my eyes, waiting for you to hold me tight.
It's cold tonight, but you don't move.
I'm in love with a statue, a rock.
The idea of you, but not really you.
But the idea is great.
So why must you keep running away?
It's like you were never even there.
Like you never even cared.
I gaze into my angel's eyes.
I reach out to touch your face, but you aren't there.
It's late, and I need your lips on mine.
I lean in for a sweet caress, and the space next to me is suddenly empty.
I close my eyes, waiting for you to hold me tight.
It's cold tonight, but you don't move.
I'm in love with a statue, a rock.
The idea of you, but not really you.
But the idea is great.
So why must you keep running away?