Из альбома: 98-04 / MP3 Anthology
Hotel room, empty gloom,
a thousand miles from home
Cast away, memories made,
in our place so long ago
Is it true, that missing you,
get easier in time?
I'm so afraid that it's too late to try
and change your mind
Now I know what I've been missing,
when I'm looking at you
You're all I see, do you see me?
And what about tomorrow?
Still waiting fast, you're in the past
And what about tomorrow
Memories past, could things have last,
if time was ours to borrow?
Could it change the dreams we made,
or drown out in the sorrow?