don't give up on me just yet,
another sunset, another dark night,
yet another sunrise,
i hope i can still keep you close to my heart.

I've remembered those times when we were together,
I can't find the words to say the moments we had together,
no one came my way and i had to say-
you're so beautiful- you're just a precious gem.

It's another description of a misunderstanding,
when you walk away with a temper,
not find out what happened in fact;
so i'd write in ink, Oh Baby- It's another.

this love, you should have known, has no song
has no meaning, but a poem- riding with your hair undone.
and everyone wants it just here, just right.
of a misunderstanding, my lady love.