every love song has a numberevery lover has a nameas we allow lust to take us overand every face becomes the samewe get caught up in circumstancetime to play it by earleave it up to chanceclose our eyes and what do we hear?another heart dyinganother heart careening dangerously nearas we run in placestars collapsing in on the nightno time now to save faceno time now to do what's rightthe truth is, we didn't belong therepromising the sun to the cloudsnow questioning if karma's fairleft with the weight of shame to shroud