The candle burns at both ends for you
One flame for the love, one for the rue

The mailbox rusts waiting for your letter
A metal heart that never gets better

I carry the weight of two broken hearts
Mine in pieces, yours that never starts

Your memory is the stone inside my shoe
With every step I take, I still feel you

I folded my dignity into a paper plane
And launched it into the storm of your disdain

The curtain call has come for our tragic play
The audience has gone, but I still stay

Your shadow still dances in the corner of my eye
A phantom waltz beneath a weeping sky

Like a glass of water poured into the sand
My love disappeared right through your hand

I buried our love at the edge of the sea
Where the waves dig it up and return it to me