| I’m still wondering how I could have said
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| All the wrong things at the wrong time
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| And how you managed to keep your head
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| When I got — way out of line
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| These feelings of mine should have come sooner
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| There’s no way I can imagine your loss.
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| I ask myself «How could you do this to her?»
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| You’re the last person I’d ever cross.
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| And I hear your anger,
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| It’s too late to take back what’s been said.
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| It won’t go away the morning after,
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| Guilt’s a parasite that leaves all dead.
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| And I break down, yeah I want to die,
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| I can’t because I know there’s something more
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| Alone in the morning I start to cry,
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| In the end I feel worse than before.
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| As we sit outside so afraid to see him,
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| We wonder if he’s better off now.
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| We can’t face the pain of the mausoleum,
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| We can’t be strong because we don’t know how.
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| And we know he’s right here next — beside us The feelings in the air are all so tense.
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| We want so much more, too much ain’t enough
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| Why are we so afraid of his presence?
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| Mother looks to her husband in the eye,
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| «Our baby’s gone."They start to cry.
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| If you come back and it’s just for a day —
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| There’s only three words we all want to say —
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| I LOVE YOU! |