Mountaintop

I glued back together the broken pieces of a vase you found
Out back of some old abandoned church in a town I don’t remember the name
In the middle of Maine where you came to meet my family
And we raked blueberries into buckets, and I drove reckless in the rain
And it wasn’t the slightest bit romantic
I guess that’s what makes it so
I can’t say how much you mean to me
Up on a mountain top
Down by the dark blue sea
I can’t say how much you mean to me
Open my mouth to talk
But I can hardly speak
I can’t say
Sitting on a window, a bluebird on it, nothing in it
There’s a piece we never found but I think that’s what makes it perfect
And so to put it into words, I can’t put it into words
No, I can’t say how much you mean to me
Up on a mountain top
Down by the dark blue sea
I can’t say how much you mean to me
Open my mouth to talk
But I can hardly speak
I can’t say
There’s something in your eyes
A secret I must keep
I can’t say how much you mean to me
Like trying to describe
Impossibility
I can’t say
Some might say «euphoric»
No, there’s really no words for it
When a smile grows across your face
Like pieces of a broken vase
Everything falls into place
I can’t say
Up on a mountain top
Down by the dark blue sea
I can’t say how much you mean to me
Open my mouth to talk
But I can hardly speak
I can’t say
There’s something in your eyes
A secret I must keep
I can’t say how much you mean to me
Like trying to describe
Impossibility
I can’t say