The only medicine for the one in love
is the sight of their beloved
The greatest thief of joy
is the compulsion to compare

You hope that true love fits like a glove
You hope to find light somewhere in the night
You hope that one day your belief will bring you relief
You hope to find love in the air so be it with a prayer

Do we cry because we feel alone?
Or do we cry because we have misplaced our backbone?
They say your life’s pain is already set in stone
They say, in the end you’ll be all on your own

Can I ask you a question?
If it was just down to life and me,
And you had to make a choice to say goodbye
Would it be me or just something meant to be