You say love fades,
and I don't know
how to watch it go,
or make it stay,
or
I would,
I would,
if I could,
if I only could.
You say in time,
the flame grows low,
and with no care,
we'll watch them go,
with no effort to retain,
let it die,
let it die,
no time to cry,
no time to love.
So when your busy,
so always busy,
with no time
to thinking of me,
just remember
I'm somewhere else,
trying not to think of you,
try in vain as I might.
