Verse 1 I could tell you how I care, Say the words I never say, Bring you flowers, soft and fair, Call you mine, just walk your way.
Verse 2 I would sing across the table, Share the night, a glass of wine, Drink it down while we are able, To the last and final line. Chorus But in mountains made of sand, In the forests of the plains, Too many words sound sweet and grand - Empty echoes, empty gains.
Verse3 Time keeps melting into air, Wipes away what once was love, Sorrow's short, it doesn't care, Like a cloud that drifts above. Outro I don't ache, I don't fall apart, Just a shadow of regret - Only this: a quiet heart, Just a little sorry... yet.
