are my eyes still grey
when they are full of tears?
is my heart still whole
when you walk away?
will my ears still hear
when the music's gone
will I ever yearn
for what was once so near?

someone told you
how we met was meant to be
someone told you i was pretty
and i lost the words to say a thing
someone told you
it made sense
that we were put here for a reason
someone told you
that i'd show you a little light
someone knows me
but I know you
yet she knows that
there's always finer meanings
and lines to read between
she knows that you're to teach me
and that I'm to learn from you