god that was strange to see you again introduced by a friend of a friend smiled and said yes i think we've met before in that instant it started to pour
captured a taxi despite all the rain we drove in silence across pont champlain and all of that time you thought i was sad i was trying to remember your name
this scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin tried to reach deep but you couldnt get in now youre outside me you see all the beauty repent all your sin
its nothing but time and face that you lose i chose to feel it and you couldnt choose ill write you a postcard ill send you the news from the house down the road
from real love
live through this and you wont look back
theres one thing i want to say so ill be brave you were what i wanted i gave what i gave im not sorry i met you im not sorry its over im not sorry theres nothing to say im not sorry theres nothing to say |