...the hands we hold and leave behind... inevitable, i suppose. it's alright.
i'll sing it one last time for you / then we really have to go.
maybe different but remember...the river swims at midnight, shiver cold, touch the bottom you and i...making plans to change the world while the world is changing us; it was good good love. you used to laugh under the covers - maybe not so often now - the way i used to laugh with you was loud and hard...it was good as good goes. stay or leave i want you not to go but you did.
isn't it strange how we change: everything we did; did I do all that I should? remember we used to dance and everyone wanted to be you and me? i want to be too, but what day is this besides the day you left me, babe?
maybe different but remember...the river swims at midnight, shiver cold, touch the bottom you and i...making plans to change the world while the world is changing us; it was good good love. you used to laugh under the covers - maybe not so often now - the way i used to laugh with you was loud and hard...it was good as good goes. stay or leave i want you not to go but you did.
isn't it strange how we change: everything we did; did I do all that I should? remember we used to dance and everyone wanted to be you and me? i want to be too, but what day is this besides the day you left me, babe?