Whispering close about loss.
And I remembered why I loved her,
And I asked her why I drove her off.
She said, "The slow fade of love,
Its soft edge might cut you
And our poor friend Jim, well, he just lived within
The slow fade of love.”
Whispering close about loss.
And I remembered why I loved her,
And I asked her why I drove her off.
She said, "The slow fade of love,
Its soft edge might cut you
And our poor friend Jim, well, he just lived within
The slow fade of love.”
It's bigger than you, and you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up
It's bigger than you, and you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up