How I wish I could turn back Half the winters in between Since that day I thought you mine Not a sparrow flight has been more clumsy than my arrows aimed at your heart should have wrapped your name in songs learn your languages, your dreams… and your sorrow chose to walk to hell alone what does that leave for tomorrow? If I could catch the big fish… then, then again… To see you smile To smell your flowers I’d dream away If I could catch the joke then… then, then again… may the tide come back tomorrow then, then again… may the tide come back tomorrow then, then again…
