Standing alone
Hard as stone
An old piece of the mold that couldn't fit in anymore
Adamant
Until the day went
And the night that was felt, brought the way I would think to an end
And it's hard to tell so soon
But you might be more than my
"once every blue moon"
Thought I knew
What I was getting into
I'd get tired of you
I was the fool
Because hearing you breathe
It's like whispers of the wind through the trees in the spring
And I cling to every word you speak
And it's hard to tell so soon
But you might be more than my
Once every, every blue moon
And I don't know
Where we will go
But I'll walk with you
Into the unknown
And it's hard to tell so soon
But you might be more than my "once every..."