Who says love should be like this?
Do we know what true love is?
Do we understand the reasons in our souls,
the reasons we have to go?

As the flame settles on the wind
the moon burns and the shadows are bent.
And I am but half a heart
and you are not my other part.

And I can't help who I love
and you can't stand to see me cry.
Let's smooth this jagged edge
and not say goodbye,
but since we're both leavin'
we're even.

The rose you gave is burnt and dead.
The rain is drugged and the river runs red.
These shattered glass pieces cut my skin,
but you're hurting too, so we're even.

And I can't help who I love
and you can't stand to see me cry.
Let's smooth this jagged edge
and not say goodbye,
but since we're both leavin'
we're even.

© 2003 Echo