Texty: Until June. You Do.

Mouths are moving, people talking slowly in my ears
Another year goes
You stood up gently, turned around to face me, staring back
I'll see you sometime soon, if only I could see the way you do

The midnight air, it blows between my fingertips
So cold as I walk back inside
It's hard for me to understand how you could die for me
When I fall short sometimes, if only I could see the way you do

If only I could see the way
And if only I could see the way you do
If only I could see the way
And if only I could see the way you do

If only I could see the way
And if only I could see the way you do
If only I could see the way
And if only I could see the way you do

If only I could see the way
And if only I could see the way you do
If only I could see the way
And if only I could see the way you do
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