Beauty in a Fade/49 Wait for Me

A man a woman a sort of love

She was beautiful woman
But he did a lot of ugly things
To turn her world around
In his own way he loved her too
Trying to be his own man
Conquer the world when he couldn't
She became his last stand
He was Cowboys she was Indians

Some beauty fades
Into many ugly scenes
Glows from flush of love
Turn to flickering hopes
Falling from the clouds
When somebody leans
Today too early for the future
Too late for the past
What happens to love
The kind that lasts

She wanted what she needed
He needed what he wanted
Being in two worlds existing as one
Confined in the walls
Of their relationship
Becoming hammers tearing the walls down

Once the shared the same dream
Ends up they both had canvas of
Their own and their own paint
Then they saw
They only brought one frame
Her part of the dream alone
Was bigger than that

A man a woman a sort of love