you said you'd wished we had more time
but i give you the time every day.
you don't have a moment
to sit
and glance,
and see the dance
passing between our eyes.
i wish that there could be something more
i wish that old flame would rekindle
but a spirit once lost
is a spirit hard gained
in the weary hands of the lender.
the asphalt is wet with
the rain
     (tear)
              drops falling from the blue empty sky.
my eyes are cloudy
from a haze of memories
too painful too remember keenly
but too keen to really forget.
let go of the past now, darling
it holds nothing but a place for regrets,
you'll become weary of that place
before you have time to
remember why it was you came.