Will the violins be playing? - Last days of april

Words i keep in here,
Thoughts that make me scared,
Always seem to show.
Your eyes let me know you know.

It's not you, it's all me
As if me taking all the blame would
Make you feel much better now.
But all lights burn out.

What i'd like to say
Is that staying friends is okay.
But you and me we know
In one heart love would grow.

Same time tomorrow
When i wake up,
Will the violins be playing?
When my heart finally opens
Will you be there to embrace me?
Because it's all so crazy now.
It's all so fucked up now.

I always thought that i
Would find what i lack in you.