She used to say to me
There was never any chemistry
No spark
Not even when we held hands and kissed in the park
And now I think I have that with you
I seem to be trying to paint green grass blue
Trying to change that which can't be changed
Trying to make what is beautiful deranged
I understand now what is meant by 'no spark'
It's like reading a book in the dark
I love reading, escaping into a book
But how I can love something which wont let me look
So I imagine myself walking on a beach
Looking out into the horizon, something out my reach
Banging two pebbles together
Creating sparks in wet weather
Knowing someday I will meet my flint that will create that spark
And have a kiss that will mean something in the park.