I gave up the romance
I took down the pictures
But you’re still in my head
You are still in my head
I’d kept all your letters
It’s all in the box now
I am slowly coming round
I am slowly coming round
Strange…
How I still feel so close to you, close to you
It feels so strange
I smile at moments
Weep for memories
I know that things have to change
But I’ve flicked through pages
Seen just how it happened
And it has to be this way
Strange…
How I still want to talk to you, talk to you
And tell you simple things
It feels so strange
How I still want to talk to you, talk to you
And just tell you
Simple things (and tell you simple things)
And tell you simple things
Like how I’ve been
© Caryl Archer