Right from the start you were a thief – you stole my heart. And I your willing victim, I let you see the parts of me that weren't all that pretty, and with every touch you fixed them. Now you've been talking in your sleep. Thing's you never say to me, Tell me that you've had enough of our love. Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough. Just a second. We're not broken. Just bent, and we can learn to love again. It's in the stars. It's been written in the scars on our hearts.