I'll make my own mistakes Even though I never learn I'm running from myself If only you could see behind my eyes Gather round my friends I need a match and only one match I think it's time I make my own way I'm turning my back on this city and I'm not

Too many hands Being laid on her Too many eyes will never see That it's dragging her down She turns 'round She's one of a kind Sometimes hard to find Like a rainbow Well, she's lost all her glory

A prelude to a kiss Though it's just a simple melody With nothing fancy Nothing much You could turn it to a symphony A Shubert tune with a Gershwin touch For the tenderness within your eyes My love is a prelude that never dies If you hear

How could this love Ever turning Never turn its eye on me Ever changing Never change the way I feel Lonesome tears I can't cry them anymore I can't think of what they're for Oh they ruin me every time

We'll be the stars! No, we're never gonna turn to dust, Oh, no, we're never gonna step too far Yeah, we're holding on to who we are When it's time to close your eyes They will see us in the sky, We can reach the constellations Trust me, all our dreams

Too many hands Being laid on her Too many eyes will never see That it's dragging her down She turns 'round She's one of a kind Sometimes hard to find Like a rainbow Well, she's lost all her glory

You turned the tables on me I used to be the apple of your eye I had you with me every day But now whenever you are passing by You're always looking the other way It's little things like this That prompt me to say And now I'm falling for you I can't