Remember that night I walked you home:
We stood in the door and looked into each others' eyes;
I wanted to kiss you and tell you I loved you,
But I couldn't think of a thing to say: I was just too shy;
And it seems to me as I look back now
That the moment lasted nearly forever,
But I know it couldn't have lasted forever,
'Cause that moment ended, and forever never ends,
And I'm standing here without you now
Picturing things the way they might have been
Then I finally told you I loved you, I think you knew before,
But you said that you loved somebody else,
And I wanted to crawl under a rock or
Go back home and shoot myself,
But I stood in the hallway and cried on your shoulder,
And you held me and talked to me as a friend,
And I pictured a moment that passed long ago,
The moment my forever came to an end.
Kristina, tell me, should I trust my heart again?
Should I follow the storm of emotion that led me into pain before?
Tell me, should I led logic prevail, let wisdom be my guide,
Or should I blindly follow the feelings that I don't trust any more? . . .