Maybe I'm unkind.
Maybe I am cruel, I know.
Maybe I am blind.
Maybe I'm a fool, I know.
And maybe I... will miss you when you're gone.
And maybe time, time will prove me wrong.
'Cause my fingers want to slip when you hold my hand.
When you touch my lips, I'm sinking in the sand.
And shouldn't it feel like I'm Alice in Wonderland?
It's out of my control.
It's how the story goes, you know.
My hands are getting cold.
They're trying to let go.
And maybe you... will miss me when I'm gone.
And maybe time will help you carry on.
'Cause my fingers want to slip when you hold my hand.
When you touch my lips, I'm sinking in the sand.
And shouldn't it feel like I'm Alice in Wonderland?
We can go on and on but someday I'll break your heart.
We'll set each other free and make it easier for us to part.
And maybe I... will miss you when you're gone.
And maybe time, time will prove me wrong... oh, no.
But my fingers want to slip when you hold my hand.
When you touch my lips, I'm sinking in the sand.
And shouldn't it feel like I'm Alice in Wonderland?