Wouldn’t it be nice if I can find the perfect way to say
What I really mean to say without falling apart
And when I get old all my stories will be told
Like the paintings on the walls of my lonely heart
I try but I can’t get over you
I try but I can’t let go of you
I try but I can’t get over you
Over you
Wouldn’t it be nice if I could turn the hands of time
Rewinding us back to where we were when we saw the sunrise
I remember the cold it the was the only thing that let me know
I wasn’t dreaming up another day dream