This night has me into
thinking about you
and if we could be sure.
Tonight's gone
and felt so long.
Do you think I'm wrong
to tell you?
Some other day
we can look back on this mess that we made.
Try to move,
to move on.
If we only knew
what we would go through
before we could be sure.
So what now?
Maybe somehow
we can work things out
and pull through.
Some other day
we can look back on this mess that we made.
Try to move,
to move on.