I know the way I feel; I know the way I act.
I know the way I loved; I know the love I lacked.
I don't know why I do things the way I do sometimes.
I'm really sorry Baby, can't you read between the lines?
Kisses in the wind carried from the past.
Try to catch them in my hand but their promises don't last.
Words spoken out of passion, passion felt so real.
We made a pact of love, no one else could steal.
But just like the ocean drifts from shore to shore.
I knew I couldn't give you what you were searching for.
I know the way I am; I know the way you are.
I know the way we loved; I know we loved afar.
I don't know why I feel things as feelings of regret.
I'm really sorry Baby, our love we must forget. |
