Wouldn’t it be nice if I can find the perfect way to say What I really mean to say without falling apart And when I get old all my stories will be told Like the paintings on the walls of my lonely heart
I try but I can’t get over you I try but I can’t let go of you I try but I can’t get over you Over you
Wouldn’t it be nice if I could turn the hands of time Rewinding us back to where we were when we saw the sunrise I remember the cold it the was the only thing that let me know I wasn’t dreaming up another day dream