The last time I saw William, he was as good as gone. He'd packed up all his poetry and his hurtin' songs. Well, they say that he died but the papers lied.
Why do I feel like I'm losing you?. Will it ever become what I've always wanted it to?. You tell me I'm the lucky one, how can you say that?. When it breaks my heart to see another woman with you.
You feel the world is rushing by you. While you're waiting for someone to understand. You tend to see love as an island. Where hopes like words are written in the sand.
The last time I saw William, he was as good as gone. He'd packed up all his poetry and his hurtin' songs. Well, they say that he died but the papers lied.
Why do I feel like I'm losing you. Will it ever become what I've always wanted it to. You tell me I'm the lucky one, how can you say that. When it breaks my heart to see another woman with you.
I could only see the darkness. Through the windows of my heart. And my desperate search for answers. Was driving us apart. . I was helplessly falling.