Natalie

Larkin Poe

In all my memories, she moves like poetry
And it doesn't really matter
There's her in all I see
She never really knew about me
Angelic face smoking through her lunch break
She said, it doesn't really matter
I made my first mistake
I gave the pretty hand a handshake

And she didn't know
That sometimes artist in love with Natalie
That sometimes artist in love with Natalie, Natalie, Natalie

The key I hate to lose, the key I lost she was my muse
And it doesn't really matter
But how can I turn to art
When my inspiration is what broke my heart

And she never knew
That sometimes the artist in love with Natalie
He's in love with Natalie
He's in love
He's in love with
He's in love with Natalie
He's in love
He's in love with
He's in love with Natalie
He's in love
He's in love with
He's in love with Natalie
Love...