There's a girl out there. She's out there somewhere. Every man knows who I mean. She's the one who's voice, you hear in love poems. She's the lips you feel in your dreams.
A heart without order or laws, and eyes that would fill you with fire. A gaze to make the strongest hearts pause. And poise far too lovely for ire.
And beneath the first glance, of that beautiful flirt, too lovely to give pain a care, Lies a lonely boy's chance, to believe that true love could be out there somewhere.
You know this girl. She's in your head too. although she might not be the same. She's the maker of dreams, and the breaker of hearts, her game is hurt, and Love is her name.
