The book of love is an old tune

I still remember the leather-bound book

Filled with pictures we took

On those nights that we shook

Mistaking love for fear and shaking

Leaves out of your hair

I never really cared

You asked me if we'd ever be okay

But I didn't know what to say

For I wake each morning and the world is gray

Day after day nothing happens when I pray

It's never not the same

And nothing sends me running like, "I could fall in love with you one day"