The Park

Stampa   |   Correggere

Why would he come back through the park
You thought that you saw him but no you did not
It's not him who'd come across the sea to surprise you
Not him who would know where in London to find you

Sadness so real that it populates the city and leave you homeless again
Steam from the cup and snow on the path
The seasons have changed from the present to past,
The past, the past

Why would he come back through the park?
You thought that you saw him but no you did not
Who can be sure of anything through
The distance that keeps you from knowing the truth

Why would you think the boy could become
The man who could make you sure he was
The one, the one,
My One, My One






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