A journey of the heart.

Like a flower that's been locked away
in an oasis across the desert
I think that you might be
my true and final measure,
and like a growing memory
your more beautiful every day.
I just hope I make it to you
before the wind blows me away.
Now...
I think about you constantly,
your always in the back of my mind.
I know that I can never be
the savior that you need in me,
But I hope that I can be enough to get you by...
So go on now and call out to me,
it might just get me back on my feet,
because between the love I have for you
and everything you put me through
in the end we might just be okay.

So when... the sun drops...
and you cant stay in the light...
I'll keep you warm through the night.
Well make love and finally be together,
until the sun comes again piercing the bad weather.

You'll forget me in the morning
and we'll start over every day,
but I'll keep coming back with growing urgency,
watering you as I promise to stay
until you break your reverie
and slowly begin to remember me.