There is no Dana

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