Some love stories cannot stand on their own
All those nights I was waiting by the phone
For things that were unlikely to happen
Still, there I was wondering without end.
Some love stories need the hurdles and pain
All those days when I was going insane
Put pieces together that didn't fit
Still hoping that I was in for a treat.
Some love stories are this rapturous thing
All this time, loving him and suffering
But he's the sunrise that makes my heart sing
Still here, not trading him for anything.
Some love stories cannot stand on their own
They require the hurdles and the pain
The impossibility of it all
To be this beautiful, rapturous thing.
