A silent solitary room,
With postcards on the walls from you,
Too scared to take them down,
I guess it's just it feels too soon.
Sometimes I like to hurt myself,
By dreaming that I'm somewhere else,
A wild enchanted place,
I see myself,
I keep myself in this place.
I'll be there,
I'll be there beneath the trees,
On the dark path,
Where we stood together,
And leads nowhere and,
I don't care,
I don't care if it rains,
I'll always want to be,
On the road that leads to you.
And even though it's dark outside,
I see tiny twinkling lights,
That help me see the signs,
There's still life.
And my skin is six years younger,
And my mind's naive,
And full of hope.
And though I know that waiting only makes you stand still.
I still hope.
I'll be there,
I'll be there beneath the trees,
On the dark path,
Where we stood together,
And leads nowhere and,
I don't care,
I don't care if it rains,
I'll always want to be,
On the road that leads to you.
