I know there is a different man in sight
I know your eyes girl I know your lies
You’re the leaving kind
Oh, but the hurting blinds

You’ve lost that sparkle, no more glow
Vibe I ain’t getting, when we’re dancing slow
What’s your alibi, tell another lie

And it’s a mess so I’m letting go
No more way for the soul to hold
Wish I could turn back the hands of time
Wish I could say you’re still mine

Maybe there’s lacking on my behalve
Maybe I did hurt you but sure I just didn’t know
Did I let you go

Sure I’m not the first to tast your tricks
I’ve heard the stories about your lips
The’re the burning kind
And I’m not the learning kind

And it’s a mess so I’m letting go
No more way for the soul to hold
Wish I could turn back the hands of time
Wish I could say you’re still mine


(c) tom vanstiphout