| It’s a prelude to goodbye
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| When you close your eyes
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| You didn’t see the signs Maybe I’m right, maybe I’m wrong
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| Maybe I thought I had met my match
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| But maybe I’m not that strong
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| I’m all right I’m just fine
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| I’ve been hurt harder than I’ve been hurt this time
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| It’s a shame you can’t take words back
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| Cause they hang in the air, they linger and that’s a fact
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| Words can be arrows, they can be windows
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| They can do so very much of mean so very little
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| Maybe I’m just amazed that I could feel thins hard
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| Maybe when I fall these days, I only fall so far
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| It’s a way of letting go, when you steel yourself
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| For some kind of trouble, and cut your losses low
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| And you smile like it’s no big deal
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| Like it’s one more misjudgment
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| In the way that you thought you’d feel
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| But I’m not finished I’m not done
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| Maybe I’ve just started, maybe I’m only numb
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| Maybe I’m just amazed that I could feel this hard
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| Maybe when I fall these days
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| I only fall so far |