Stood out in the rain, let it soak me down
for I called you. I called you.
You did not see me there, hidden by the dark
beneath your window, but I saw you.
When putting on a face for the mirror on the wall
dreaming that the looking glass is yo----u
catching my fondest gazes,
living through my fickle phases, I love you.
Spend my dimes on phones trying just to talk,
but you don't answer, you let it ring.
Spend my nights alone catching falling stars
to give to you, love, they're just for you.
Stars fall every time a lover has to face the truth,
and far too many stars have fell on me-----e.
And as they trail the skies, I
burn their paths upon my eyes. I-i cry.
And it's getting easier each day to weep about you,
harder every night to sleep without you.
How many years must I be driven by this dream of love with you?