There Is No Dana

You spell love a different way, oh, God it hurts

I've learned to read the way you do and

Everybody has a story here, so who came in and twisted you

There's a song it's haunting tune, convincing youThere's a song, it's calling us to rest again

Just a stringed bead in your catalog of broken hearts

I am happy to be just to be a page in a chapter of your book

You always read the heart inside me likeA book and it made me smile

The eyes will speak words when

The lips are standing still

But there is no Dana here at all