Verse 1
I’m trying to find a better way that I can say I love you
This pen of mine is dry of ink, the flavor’s weak in my brew
Chorus
I want to sing you a love song
That hasn’t been written before
I want to cry you a canyon
That erodes me to the core
I want to mold you a mountain
That breaks right through the mist
Of all the suffocating jargon
That blands the lover’s kiss
Verse 2
In this pool of expression,
there is no sacred art
But if worship was on opera
I would want a unique part

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