Been three weeks tonight, I can still taste you
Passenger seat still empty with your scent
Ghost of you lying on that tiny bed
In that tiny room in the basement

Since then you’ve not come to me with more than
a whisper Yeah!
Though you pretend for sake of popular gain
Take the glances as hints at more chances
Of hearing you whisper my name

So now, what is this?
Know that it’s more than a cuddle, than a kiss
Something your eyes and social disguise can’t fake
More, much more than a beautiful mistake
Yeah!
A beautiful mistake
Yeah!

Thirty-two days and a night, I can still see you
Your eyes that shine like everclear
Singing to gutter flash covered in smoke
Pretending you were here

Hiding off stage behind curtains
Flower on dirty walls
Lost reservation or table lamp shines
Behind an eighty watt bulb

So now, what is this?
Know that it’s more than a riddle, than a kiss
Something your eyes and social disguise can’t fake
More, much more than a beautiful mistake
Yeah!
A beautiful mistake
Yeah!

Now with a reason, a redheaded thoroughfare
Stuck with more questions, still guessin’
Yeah!
Looking for answers to this Valentine’s affair

But you wrote the rules to my lesson
Yeah!
A green-eyed confession
Yeah!