So I was right all along.
I can't believe that it's all wrong.
Like a sad and unfinished song.
So I was right all along.
Do you really truly care?
How can I know if you'll be there?
I feel you softly kiss my hair.
But do you really truly care?
But can I call this true love?
I saw you fall from up above.
The beauty of a white dove,
But should I call this true love?
You fill my dreams late at night,
At your touch my heart takes flight.
You fill my darkest days with light.
I dream of you every night.
Will we be apart some day?
I can only beg you to stay.
But maybe it's better that way.
We will be apart some day.
So I was right all along.
I can't believe that it's all wrong.
And now I've finished my sad song.
So I was right all along.
