Текст песни
Verse 1
I held your hand,
You packed your bags.
Left me standing
With the things we had.
You chose his name,
You chose his floor.
And I just stared
At the closed door.
Chorus
But time moves on,
The seasons slide.
The burning stops
Somewhere inside.
We write new stories
On older pages.
We change our skin
Through all the stages.
Verse 2
Ten years went by,
A random street.
The coffee’s cold,
And our eyes meet.
You have that look,
The faded light.
He treats you wrong,
You say it's fine. (But it's not).
Chorus
But time moves on,
The seasons slide.
The burning stops
Somewhere inside.
We write new stories
On older pages.
We change our skin
Through all the stages.
