You had this pattern of repeating every word that you would say Every word that you would say Till I met you with a sigh and to this day I still regret How I made you go away
I saw the whole world from your eyes, at least the glimpse you let me see And what a glimpse you let me see But your eyes can never stretch, over boundaries made in stone I’m afraid that’s what will be
I imagine if I had another chance To tell you all the things I should have said We’d still find ourselves content in circumstance But I’m content to say this anyway…
The day that you were hit by that car My life changed
I was lost and out of touch, with the way you made me feel With the way you make me feel Everyday just passes now, and I can’t count them on my own And your face is never real
I imagine if I had another chance To tell you all the things I should have said We’d still find ourselves content in circumstance But I’m content to say this anyway
Compositor: William Richard Fitzsimmons ECAD: Obra #6530995