You spell love a different way, oh, God it hurts I've learned to read the way you do and Everybody has a story here, so who came in and twisted you There's a song it's haunting tune, convincing you There's a song, it's calling us to rest again Just a stringed bead in your catalog of broken hearts I am happy to be just to be a page in a chapter of your book You always read the heart inside me like A book and it made me smile The eyes will speak words when The lips are standing still But there is no Dana here at all