He told me you talk about me.
I told him you don\'t talk to me.
I don\'t think you can see
that I\'m still not free

Now, just give me
an accord and I\'ll write a song
about when we
walked in the pavilion.



I think of you, whish you were here,
but you\'re three miles away.
Your signs aren\'t clear,
no matter what you say.

Sometimes I wonder how you would react
if i kissed you today?
Would you kiss me back,
or would you push me away?



Would we lie down together
in your blue bed?
Would you hold me forever,
and forget what is said?



If I got me a new one,
what would you do?
Would you scraem and run,
or would you get one too?



Would we lie down together
in your blue bed?
Would you keep me forever,
and forget what is said?



Whatever happened to us,
where did everything go?
Did we turn into dust?
Why had it end so?

We barely talk anymore,
you don\'t call me any longer.
One thing is for sure,
things couldn\'t have gone wronger.



I thought I might call you,
but I changed my mind.