Texty: John Berry. He Doesn't Even Know Her.

He thinks half way is good enough
He gives her his life in bits and pieces and calls it love
How can one man have so much?
And still miss the taste of such sweet wine
I'd drink it all if she were mine

He doesn't know what loving her could mean
He doesn't know a single dream she dreams
He doesn't feel the rhythm of her heart
How can he stop the tears before they start?

There's so much of her soul he doesn't see
He'll never know how true her love can be
How can he ever give her what she needs?
He doesn't even know her

I know there's a story in her eyes
I see the pages slowly fade every time she cries
When she leaves he won't know why
He's got a diamond in his hand
He needs to save it if he can

He doesn't know what loving her could mean
He doesn't know a single dream she dreams
He doesn't feel the rhythm of her heart
How can he stop the tears before they start?

There's so much of her soul he doesn't see
He'll never know how true her love can be
How can he ever give her what she needs?
He doesn't even know her

He doesn't even know her favorite time of day
Words that touch her and take her breath away
There's a power that she'll never show
If he thinks she won't go

He doesn't know what loving her could mean
He doesn't know a single dream she dreams
He doesn't feel the rhythm of her heart
How can he stop the tears before they start?

There's so much of her soul he doesn't see
He'll never know how true her love can be
How can he ever give her what she needs?
He doesn't even know her
That has to be the saddest thing to me
He doesn't even know her