Fading Flames and Scars

Yeah. I remember it clear as the rain on the window

pane. A story of a perfect match and the beautiful, stupid pain.

I was a boy with a guitar and a head full of ghosts.

You were a girl with a smile I wanted the most.

We met in a library, quiet as stone. Two lonely planets feelin' alone.

You showed me the scars on your knees from a fall. I showed you

the words where I hid from it all. We fit like the words to

a melody's tune. I was the night, you were the moon.