Hm. You'D Have To Hear The Tune Poem by Desiree Whitamore

on nights like these i wish i could be free
from your grace, from your hold, from your apathy
but then you look at me.
you look at me.

the rearview mirror is where we're destined to fall
and then we back right up, back right up
into the water where we all settled down
and then we fall in love,
we fall in love.

and i fell for you when i swore i wouldn't
i gave my heart to you, i put my trust in you
and even when i didnt think could
i still told you the truth.
i told you the truth.