In the street over the hill
I haven’t been to in a while
It felt that you’ll be standing exactly
As you stood there a long time ago
A story that is older than my memory
The way I looked when staring at you
Am I now trying to avoid you
As you did then
Now for you, that I am hurting
The more I love you
To go far away
Into the flow of time as if only brushing by
A story that is older than my memory
The way I looked when staring at you
Am I now trying to avoid you
As you did then
Now for you, that I am hurting
The more I love you
To go far away
Into the flow of time as if only brushing by
Leaving me, you said it is
A memory of the past, to you
As the time flows by
The more that I love you
That I was hurting for you
The more that I love you