| I dreamt of you
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| The last two nights that we made love like our past lives
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| Felt good to see your face again
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| To feel your sun under my skin
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| We kissed goodbye in Brooklyn light
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| And things got darker after that night
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| I know I tainted what we had
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| It sounds so good and so bad
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| Don’t get it twisted
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| Not asking for forgiveness
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| Just saying I would do things a little different
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| And now it’s too late to say I’m sorry
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| Too messed up to say I love you
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| We moved on, years passed
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| But sometimes I miss us
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| It’s too late to say I’m sorry
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| Too messed up to say I love you
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| We moved on, years passed
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| But sometimes I miss us
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| And you saw all I would be…
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| Love to sit down, clear things up
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| Maybe talk about music, that can be enough
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| What would that do for you now
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| Cause you’ve got a wife and a child
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| Don’t get it twisted
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| Not asking for forgiveness
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| Just saying I would do things a little different
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| And now it’s too late to say I’m sorry
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| Too messed up to say I love you
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| We moved on, years passed
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| But sometimes I miss us
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| It’s too late to say I’m sorry
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| Too messed up to say I love you
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| We moved on, years passed
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| But sometimes I miss us
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| And you saw all I would be…
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| Might have been the one
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| Now you’re someone else
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| Know that you told me no-one would love me
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| Or treat me the way you do
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| I you to believe
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| You’re a stranger on my pillow
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| And I’m thinking of you
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| Still thinking of you
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| And now it’s too late to say I’m sorry
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| Too messed up to say I love you
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| We moved on, years passed
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| But sometimes I miss us
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| It’s too late to say I’m sorry
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| Too messed up to say I love you
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| We moved on, years passed
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| But sometimes I miss us |