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 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