they say there's always another train
but I still want the one what went away
years ago on a summer day;
ever since then, I just can't seem to find my way:
I tried so desperately to forget her name
but at the end of every day
I can't help but picture her next to me
and fall asleep to the same daydream
and though lately, I've been going on dates
nobody can live up to her name.
her name is constantly humming in my chest
like a curse, never leaving me any rest
without her, I'm miserable at best
I tried to fall in love with someone else
and I'd trade all that I have left
just for a kiss, just to be held
just for her to call me hers
at least one more time, so I can rest
forever, without her head on my chest
and without her body on my mattress.
I need her like a drowning man needs air
and even after all this time, I still miss her
along with everything she had to offer
before leaving me behind to suffer
the curse of yearning on and on forever
after I thought she'd be my "forever and ever"
and after she became a lesson, painful as ever
speak ill of her name: I could never,
the same way I could never hate her:
no matter what I do, I always end up dreaming of her.
she will never know, but I really tried
but in the end, she's all that I write about
because it's easier to leave than to be left behind
and I hope to find her again in another life
but in this life, Heaven's over now
and I know it ain't right
but I still want to witness her eyes
but all we have left is an unspoken goodbye
and the false hope that one night
maybe I won't fall asleep with you in my mind.
there will never be another girl like her
not in this life, not in forever
there will never be another summer
like the one we had together;
and she knows it drunk, knows it sober
that she could knock me out with a feather
and I know it's for the better
but her name is still the one I mutter
when I wake up from a nightmare
with nobody on my mind but her
and a million thoughts, all too bitter.
soft lips and glittering eyes
her name still leaves me tongue-tied
and I still hope to see those whiskey eyes
if not else, then in another life
where I'll be hers and she'll be mine
forever, without a deadline
until Heaven and Hell collide
and when there'll be nowhere to hide
but if I have to, I want to die looking into her eyes
and kissing her lips goodbye.