It's been at least another year And still I haven't got the chance to say Always rolling off the tongue Never said but nearly sung about a million ways
Every photograph and story Trickled through the lengthy web of friend I overthought but understood Distant look but looking good And not the other way
But you fail to remember But you fail to remember
Do I still cross your mind? Your face still distorts the time
Do I still cross your mind? Your face still distorts the time
With heat struck afternoons long through Those idle dreams go back to you Was this only in my head Just like most things go misread When overthought