Из альбома: Time of My Life
A few pictures, two tickets, from a trip we took last year,
A handful of memories, some still seem clear,
A few regrets, a couple of melodies, that remind me of you,
I could say that I won't miss this, but that wouldn't be the truth,
There's no one here to blame, and this is the only way,
There's nothing left for us, to say
It's time to let you go, it's what we have to do,
It's time to give this up, I think that we both knew,
There's nothing left to say, there's nothing left to prove,
And now it's time to turn and walk away from,
What's left of me and you,
What's left of me and you
Box of letters, that old t-shirt, still brings me back to you,
A few more hours in the day, not sure what I should do,
There's no one here to blame, and this is the only way,
There's nothing left for us to say
It's time to let you go, it's what we have to do,
It's time to give this up, I think that we both knew,
There's nothing left to say, there's nothing left to prove,
And now it's time to turn and walk away from,
What's left of me and you
You were the best thing I'll ever give up,
And it's hard to see the truth,
When you think you're still in love,
The only way to get on with my life,
Is to say goodbye, so goodbye
It's time to let you go, it's what we have to do,
It's time to give this up, I think that we both knew,
There's nothing left to say and nothing left to prove,
And now it's time to turn and walk away from,
What's left of me and you,
What's left of me and you
A few pictures, two tickets,
From a trip we took last year,
A handful of memories,
Some still seem clear.
(Grazie a Roberto Martinelli per questo testo)