You don't have a CLUE. And (sigh) I suppose it's probably better that way. But ---- God, if only I could whisper it to you - someplace other than my dreams. Like in a fog-drenched alley - up against a graffiti-stained brick wall.
One day you find the person who can touch your heart with a smile, and genuine honesty. Trusting you with their fears, allowing you to once again hear the music. Even all the songs I'm writing are about you even if they start off about something else.