Lyrics and arrangement by Terry Trueman
I don't know, but sometimes leaves on the ground,
looking like hearts
or clouds high above, white and pure
take us so far from the pain in life
matter more to me than all the dreams I've
chased and sometimes secured.
I told her I loved her
and she believed me
I told her I cared
and that felt totally
real, yet time went by,
like clouds high above
and leaves
being tossed about by the breeze
of a cool autumn morning
and the sin of things changing
caught up to me
the truth became lies
ranging from small and insignificant
to crushing ontological killing
of any loving feelings.
You know what I mean?
Do you know what I'm saying?
I'd say I'm sorry,
but I'm not sure for what?
I'd say forgive me, but
I can't say why.
I don't know,
sometimes leaves on the ground,
look like hearts
and clouds high above, caught in the breeze
can change everything.
Change everything
and we're torn apart, like leaves and clouds
cold white or swirling
love there
love gone
love lost
and only this song
left to remember us
left to remember, yes
only the memory left, then gone.
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