She is a collector of people and things
She has the best roles from paupers to queens
She is a mess of contradicting themes
But is this love, is this love I've been waiting for
I wrote my story on a highway of glass
So you can look through it and never see my path
Sometimes the future can forever change the past
Oh when you never, oh just never, never look back
Oh Mother Myth and Father Fear
Drowning your arrows through my ears
When do ya think you've had enough
Of tryin' to press diamonds from the ashes of love
I knew a girl made of people and things
I long to touch her, but she's lost in her dreams
But if you find her can you tell her one thing
You were the love, oh the love I was waiting for
However though, I don't know what I am waiting for
However though, I don't know what I am waiting for