Inquisitive and thoughtful,    she was the challenge he'd been waiting for;    a reminder that creativity runs deep like secrets.    Dark eyed dreamers; they were a dangerous pair,    Q next to U scribbled out on paper.       They stop / they go / they're done.       Go back to the place we knew before /    retrace our steps to the basement door,    I'll ask you if the rain still makes you smile.       Like so much time that we spent in the fall /    it put color in our cheeks while the air turned cold,    preceding what became our bitter end.       Round in circles - let's start over,    round in circles - lets start over.       Unanswered questions would be the only thing to stop them now.    He was the poet while she was the muse,    but she had a pen that she knew how to use,    with a touch of redemption, a hint of elation;    a recipe for disaster.       Go back to the place we knew before /    retrace our steps to the basement door,    I'll ask you if the rain still makes you smile.       Like so much time that we spent in the fall /    it put color in our cheeks while the air turned cold,    preceding what became our bitter end.       Let this be a lesson to us all.       Round in circles - let's start over.    Round in circles - lets start over.