I see it in the way you say I knew you once
but that was long ago, that was long ago.
If the city had a map like your eyes I could get back the way we came.
If your body didn't lie I could read between the lines on your face.
Oh the stories they would say. Oh the stories they would say.
I can see that you're not laughing, the moment we were grasping slipped away. The moonlight through the room where our love light use to loom is saving face. I know we feel like strangers, but I feel I know you better than before. Something in the way you hold on, forgiveness is the salt within our sores. Oh the stories they would say....
In a twisted point of view I got lost within the word you want to say.
Now my mind and heart don't speak and silence is the only thing we see.
If I could open up the part of us that never seemed to find a place to be. Oh I would turn the hands of time, put your hand in mine and walk with thee. Oh the things that we would see....

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