Do you remember how this first began? Teeth were white and our skin was young Eyes as bright as a Spanish sun We had nothing we could hide
Now, my dear we are two golden leaves Clinging desperately to winter trees Got up here like a pair of thieves All the sirens blare outside
What's left to say when every words been spoken? What's left to see when our eyes won't open? What's left to do When we've lost all hope and What's left to break When our heart's are broken?
But sometimes
Do you remember how this started out? So full of hope and now we're filled of doubt Those dirty jokes we used to laugh about But it's not funny anymore
I fear I choke unless I spit it out I still smell of smoke, although the fires gone out Can't live with you, but would die without you
What's left to say When every words been spoken? What's left to see When our eyes won't open? What's left to do When we've lost all hope and What's left to break When our heart's are broken?
But sometimes
What's left to say When every words been spoken? What's left to see When our eyes won't open? What's left to do When we've lost all hope and What's left to break When our heart's are broken?
Sometimes
Compositor: Michael David Rosenberg (PRS)Editor: Sony ATV Music Publishing Limited (PRS)Publicado em 2014ECAD verificado obra #10509958 e fonograma #13292894 em 23/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM