been waiting for love, but she doesn’t show
I called out her name to the valley below
I know what they say, “you reap what you sow”
but the more that I learn, the less that I know
somewhere she stands where the lake overflow
my time is sand, and slowly it goes
and all that I dreamt of romantic prose
were words from our mouths of pathetic “no”’s
love fill this cave
love fill this cave
love fill this cave
love fill this cave
she’s high up above, and I’m on the ground
got lost in the deep of the great puget sound
I know that I’m lost, but hope to found
two parts made a whole when she comes around
inside of me, a vast empty cave
that begs to be lit by the light that she gave
if love is dead, I’ll run to her grave
and give her what’s left of the promise I made
love fill this cave
love fill this cave
love fill this cave
love fill this cave
love fill this cave
love fill this cave
love fill this cave
love fill this cave
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