As pretty as a song
A song could ever be
Like Christmas on a river
Without a boat or Christmas tree
This afternoon with you was something like a letter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you look at me like that
I know that someday it's gonna end
And when you go
I bet you miss your friends
As angry as a breeze
Tuggin' hard up on the sails
I've been moving through these dreams forever
From Baltimore to Amsterdam
These things inside me they repeat like broken records
Spinning pretty things behind my eyes
And when I can't look at you
I can paint your picture perfectly in my mind
And when I get old
I'm gonna miss you all the time
That wind up in the trees
Scattering bluebirds all over the place
Shuffling children and the piles of leaves
I wish I was the wind that touched your face
This afternoon with you was something like a letter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you're good to me
It makes me blue because someday it's gonna end
And when we pass on
I bet you miss your friends
Bet you miss your friends
Bet you miss your friends...
This is what I hear.... good song too.
As pretty as a song A song could ever be Like Christmas on a river Without a boat or Christmas tree This afternoon with you was something like a letter The kind that someone writes but never sends And when you look at me like that I know that someday it's gonna end And when you go I bet you miss your friends
As angry as a breeze Tuggin' hard up on the sails I've been moving through these dreams forever From Baltimore to Amsterdam These things inside me they repeat like broken records Spinning pretty things behind my eyes And when I can't look at you I can paint your picture perfectly in my mind And when I get old I'm gonna miss you all the time
That wind up in the trees Scattering bluebirds all over the place Shuffling children and the piles of leaves I wish I was the wind that touched your face This afternoon with you was something like a letter The kind that someone writes but never sends And when you're good to me It makes me blue because someday it's gonna end And when we pass on I bet you miss your friends Bet you miss your friends Bet you miss your friends...