"I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…" "I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…"

Maybe I wasn't enough or maybe way too loud to be true Maybe I wasn't enough or maybe way too loud to be true

We again stand here today, on the curve of being lost, We again stand here today, on the curve of being lost,

Untouched is the soul that lies, Beneath the material strife.. Untouched is the soul that lies, Beneath the material strife..

Clutching the pieces of her heart, That the disaster has left... Clutching the pieces of her heart, That the disaster has left...

I hope for someday. Just don't know what for. I hope for someday. Just don't know what for.