Remembering the place we met
Unlike any other
Picturing the things we said
It's hard to see how we were lovers
The last one to get to bed
I feel you across the covers
Picturing the things you said
It's hard to see how we're still lovers
It's when we're sitting in the backseats,
Alone
It's nothing I would change in that scene,
At all
And if you like me...?, didn't know
Because...? didn't show
And when you tell me that you never felt the same
And I'm crumbling in the sadness of your face
Sometimes the heartbreak's most true
Then you found out you were never introduced
Ah-aaa
The stilness in every stone
The darkness in every corner
Turning to my time alone
Dreaming of when we were lovers
Remembering the things I've seen
Unlike any other
Picturing what could have been
Or could have been if we were lovers