There are melodies that emerge from my heart
Songs of love, songs of hurt that make a beautiful art
But the songs I'll never write are what keep me up at night
Cause I'm afraid I left something unsaid

Did I make sure I made you feel like nothing else mattered in the world?

But nothing that proceeds from these lips could be sufficient
Even if I managed to say all I felt
But is it possible to let you know that I don't want another day to go by
Without you in the songs that I write

Everything has been used and worn out
Every note, every word, all go a similar route
But if I could summarize that pair of eyes in a sentence
I would never grow tired of the phrase

Did I make sure I made you feel like nothing else mattered in the world?

But nothing that proceeds from these lips could be sufficient
Even if I managed to say all I felt
But is it possible to let you know that I don't want another day to go by
Without you in the songs that I write

Every song is just the sequel to a melody
That's already been sung
Even still my heart is so full of songs that will never belong to anyone else

Nothing that proceeds from these lips could be sufficient
Even if I managed to say all I felt
But is it possible to let you know that I don't want another day to go by
Without you in the songs that I write
Without you in the songs that I write