Words coming back to me, haunting my brain
Our love by circumstance, tossed, far away
I wish that we could be cleansed by fresh rain
Not sure at all, what caused amour to stray
Our love by circumstance, tossed, far away
Like so much trash or a massive divide
Not sure at all what caused amour to stray
Like complete strangers, pushed roughly aside
Like so much trash or a massive divide
Those token gestures we throw out so well
Like complete strangers pushed roughly aside
Where our hearts were joined, is an empty shell
Those token gestures we throw out so well
Is it partly a matter of our pride?
Where our hearts were joined, is an empty shell
My mixed emotions, I simply can’t hide
Is it partly a matter of my pride?
I wish that we could be cleansed by fresh rain
My mixed emotions, I simply can’t hide
Words coming back to me, haunting my brain
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