Comes to that part of the evening When there's nobody left to impress You sit by yourself in the corner Pat your pockets to see just what's left All of the lovers have moved on But yours is the steepest of hills And you glare at yourself in the mirror They all know things that you never will They'll feel the things you can't access As they stand by the river at dawn You've grown older and cagey and classless And regret just what little you've done
Here is the thing you should cling to For a grin as you gather your strength And you drag yourself out of the corner This is the picture you paint You were good, you were strong, you were handsome Yes we all say to God what a gift And we share in the gloom when you slip from the room with that smile we've so sorely missed You'll remember that night in the orchard Barefoot with breath in your lungs And you said all these trees came from such tiny seeds And you held out your arms as you spun Like a dervish, a dancer, a dreamer my friend You're as beautiful now as I thought you were then And I want you to know that I love you I want you to know that I love you I want you to know that I love you Don't make me say it again (No don't make me say it again) I love you I love you I love you Don't make me say it again
Compositores: Benjamin Cole Wuamett (Benjamin Wuamett), Jeremy Johnson Asay (Ezra Bell), Aaron D Mattison ECAD: Obra #46267208