Lyrics

The sights the sounds I hear around me now,
None of them are meant for me
So I keep myself inside this room
And there is nothing new to see
When I close my eyes at night
To settle down to sleep
I let my mind go wandering
And set the spirit free

I try to forget
I try to regret
It always comes back to you
I really do try
I really do cry
It always comes back to you
I have bitter days
I have days of rage
It always comes back to you
But just as a moth would fly to a flame
I will always come back to you

You must think me kind of foolish
All of this has long gone past
But the love that cuts the deepest
Is the one that always last
I always knew I loved you
In the summer days of youth
Naivety in solitude
Fantasy in truth