True love doesn’t have a happy ending;
true love doesn’t have an ending.
I don’t make my shape with your phony lines.
And I know what to look for in a wave.
I know,
someday I might be looking around, trying to find some purpose.
Well, purpose can’t be that hard to find, as long as I’ve got the wind, the wind and your love to carry me.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map