Last night I heard my own heart
beating, sounded like footsteps on my stairs. Six months gone
and I'm still reaching, even though I know you're
not there. I was playing back a thousand memories baby, thinking
'bout everything we'd been through. Maybe I've been
going back too much lately? When time stood still and I had
you.
Come back, come back, come back to me like you would, you
would if this was a movie. Stand in the rain outside til I
come out. Come back, come back, come back to me like you could,
you could if you just said you're sorry. I know that we could
work it out somehow..but if this was a movie, you'd be here
by now.