I'm sitting here now,
Looking out at the sea.
It's so calm and peaceful in front of me.
The sand is soggy.
I turn my collars up.
I can dream here
And I'm dreaming of you.
Just like a movie,
Which is repeatedly viewed,
The last page of a great novel.
Everything has been read... and is actually present.
I'm pretty sure it will never again start from the beginning.
I didn't really mean
What I said.
I was irritated... and that's why I was mean.
Is it too late? Are we in the past?
Did we oversleep? Can it still be corrected?
Is it too late? Is that what it was supposed to be?
In love... wounded ... lost...
Over for good?
I'm sitting here now,
Looking out at the sea.
The evening wind propels
Its game with the waves.
The sun goes down
And it will be dark soon.
I would really like to be with you,
Yet you are not here.
I didn't really mean
What I said.
I was irritated... and that's why I was mean.
Is it too late? Are we in the past?
Did we oversleep? Can it still be corrected?
Is it too late? Is that what it was supposed to be?
In love... wounded ... lost...
Over for good?
Is it too late? Are we in the past?
Did we oversleep? Can it still be corrected?
Is it too late? Is that what it was supposed to be?
In love... wounded ... lost...
Is it too late? Are we in the past?
Did we oversleep? Can it still be corrected?
Is it too late? Is that what it was supposed to be?
In love... wounded ... lost...
Is it too late? Are we in the past?
Did we oversleep? Can it still be corrected?