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

You remind me that someday it's gonna end

And when you pass on

I bet you miss your friends



As simple as a breeze

Tugging hard upon the sail

Been moving through these streets forever

From Istanbul to Amsterdam

This afternoon with you was something like a letter

The kind that someone writes but never sends

And when you look at me

You remind me that someday it's gonna end

And when you pass on

God, I bet you miss your friends



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

You remind me that someday it's gonna end

And when you pass on

God, I bet you miss your friends

Miss your friends

God, I bet you miss your friends