love, you are insisting i not love.
ive got my own designs to shovel.
pick the star youd like to fall, ill nudge it just enough
so you can make your wish
you are insisting i not love, insisting the impossible.
ive got my own wistfulness to shovel.
love, there is no end to my love.
youll think of me as lonely, that i should have been laughing,
that i should have been smiling all the while
but i have been smiling.