Somewhere beyond this hour
be it in your bed or in the shower
you'll remember words I said
maybe in your heart or head.
That's the moment you'll come to see
I belong to you and you belong to me.
Seems all that's left is bittersweet pain.
No time left to apologize or to explain.
That road called silence is much too long.
We haven't the strength to right the wrong.
We always come back to those issues
empty beds, empty rooms, too many tissues.
Pride seems to have won and we have lost.
Our hearts once warm have turned to frost.
So many things left unsaid, not spoken.
Now those dreams are bent and broken.
Seems all that's left is an empty word.
We can't change what has occurred
but there's still time to mend, yes heal
if we remember the way we used to feel.