Another crack in my heart,

Another picture on the wall,

Another way to spend an evening, when there's no-one there at all.

Another kiss to say good-bye,

Another cross upon a chart.

Another suitcase at the door.

Another crack in my heart.

Summer has come and past... the innocent can never last! Wake me up when september ends...

I know I have to get over you, but at present I'm finding it hard to do, so I beg you, please, to take a moment to ask...

Does she hold you the way that I used to?

Does she smile at you from the center of her heart?

Does she live for you? Would she die, for you, if you told her that you want her to?

Could she love you... the way I always will?

What could you ask her to?