when she’s rolling in the deep cold shoulder
when first love grows tired
when hometown glory fades to a million years ago
when sweetest devotion chases pavements
when the one and only doesn’t remember
and a love song feels like a million years ago
Does she set fire to the rain?
Accept that it’s water under the bridge?
Turn into a daydreamer, wonder if she’s saved the best for last, think it happened when we were young?
Does she say hello to love in the dark? Or send her love to your new lover? Does she have some remedy?
Or does she just allow her heart to melt to stone?