Ouça

Listen, go live
Your life with someone else
Today I'm already tired
Of not being anyone to you

The past wasn't enough
To convince you
That the future would be great
Just me and you

When the memory
Moves in with you
And very softly
You cry with longing

You will remember that there was once
Someone who only asked for affection
And you made a point of not giving
Made a point of denying

When the memory
Moves in with you
And very softly
You cry with longing

You will remember that there was once
Someone who only asked for affection
And you made a point of not giving
Made a point of denying