Crystal

She rides on moonlight

She had her chance to make it right

I don’t believe her

The broken record of her smile




She smokes a candle

My senses are a little crossed

I see her staring

I can’t tell which one of us is lost




She won’t be the one I’m searching

for to find myself in

She won’t be the one I’m waiting for




She is a crystal

Not a blood diamond in the rough

yet I’m still craving

What I know I can get enough (of)




She won’t be the one I’m searching

for to find myself in

She won’t be the one I’m waiting for