So I'm going to say the things that I've dreamed of.

After all this might be the last chance. 

I have to explain to you that there's more. 

Give me the time to tell you that your beautiful 

and everyday I wish I could still taste that raspberry perfume. 

You left on that note you wrote before we lost, 

cuz' I'm so sick of playing she loves me, she loves me not… 

With this lonely rose because I know you can't even remember the sound of my voice. 



But there's always hope, and there's always chance. 

Maybe someday I'll get that feeling back. 

Guess it's time to get off the rocks 

and maybe put the pictures down. 

But I can't stop now, cuz' this is all I've got. 

We could step aside and watch the cars go by, 

only counting the white ones 

or take a ride to the reservoir 

and we could start from there 

cuz' I've got a lot to say…