Wilmont

You made a foolish offer

I met you in between

What doesn't make you softer

can only make you mean

And I want you to be aware of me

cause I got a big heart to feed

there was ringing in my ears

though i heard no melody

Tore a page from your diary

put it on the windowsill

to trace the lilacs blooming

but none of them would stay still

and you want me to haunt you

but you started sprouting your wings

i could lie to love you but my mockingbird's gonna to sing