Every time I'm close to you, there's too much I can't say, and you just walk away. And I forgot to tell you I love you.
I have fallen, I have sunk so low. I have messed up, better I should know.
I think I've become a much better singer and a much better player. Years and years of playing a couple of hours every day will do that.
Hold on...Hold on to yourself. This is going to hurt like hell.
Your love is better than chocolate. Better than anything else that I've tried.
In the arms of the angel, fly away from here....you are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent reverie, you're in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here.