when you don't love your love anymore
You're looking through the window
a place you've never seen before
eyes that melted your soul,
that look you've been looking for
Your head hits the pillow
Living in the land of the brave,
Down the road of no return,
there's no chance of turning
But are you really half of a whole
The sonnets of love sing about?
There comes a time for the power of one
Another kind of stepping out
They say there are plenty
You'll find what you're looking for
But right now you feel like
Living in the land of the brave
Down the road of no return
There's no chance of turning back
Your head hits the pillow
But you're not Robinson Crusoe
I have felt your emptiness
and seen your point of view
Living in the land of the brave,
Down the road of no return,
there's no chance of turning