I was sitting in the subway at five past eleven 'think my neighbour was drunk And the smell of cigars It could have been wednesday or one day before I'm not sure 'bouth the time or the line Which I took I didn't care 'bout the right direction It was you, who was on my mind The surroundings were dark with sweat, and sigust, A few lights and the sound of breaking wheels
Could have been It was a wrong decision to ask you Could have been It was a wrong idea to keep on loving you It could have been
Arriving my flat I felt bored and depressed The sight of dirty cups and dishes all around I never thought it could be so hard The emptiness inside and many questions I only feel sorrow deep inside me It's like a disease without a cure Advice of a friend is just a cold comfort It can't stop the tears running down my cheek
Could have been It was a wrong decision to ask you Could have been It was a wrong idea to keep on loving you It could have been