If melody is my destiny, then what’s left of me, I’ll give to you. If next to me is all that you need to be, would you settle for fantasy if it’s the best you could do?
Can I have my cake?
Can I have you too?
Would you follow me?
Could I ask you to?
Would the world between us break these ties we’ve worked so hard to realize? Can a postcard say what I see in your eyes?
Could I ever break away…
Would I be satisfied and find peace inside, rolling half my life over broken white lies? Can I have my cake? Can I have you too? Would you follow me? Could I ask you to?
Will I wake up one morning and see your face in the streaks on the window that the rainstorm makes? Could you bear all the waiting and the strength that it takes? Could I ever break away?