if i could:

   i used to think that if i could,
   i'd write a song and play for you.
   singing about how you make me feel
   alive, and high and deep-down in love.
   i used to think that if i could,
   i'd never stop singing for you.
   and now i think that it's a wonder
   you ever made me burn with passion.
                my song is fast and pulsing
                like my heart in my chest
                when you lean in close to whisper
                secrets meant only for me.
                my song is pounding; slow; steady,
                like the rain on the windshield
               of every night we sat in silence
               glad to be with someone who cares.
   i used to think that if i could,
   i'd paint our world the warmest yellow.
   the stars above would smile down at us,
   cuz you would love me like no other.
   i used to think that if i could,
   i'd write a song just for you.
   and i used to think that one day,
   you'd write a song for me as well.
                my song is quiet now; dying
                like that ember of love for you
                that once burned so brightly
                until you blew out the flame.
   i used to think that if i could,
   i'd find a way to make this last forever�