I still have this feeling. That everytime I think of you, I just know you're not gone. I'm not broken, because I know it's not over! I can feel the trembling of my hands, the beating of my heart, when you come along.
And my eyes are screaming for the sight of you And tonight I'm dreaming of all the things that we've been through And I can't hold on to you. So I guess I feel lonely, too.
Suppose we were happy, Suppose it was true. And suppose there were cold nights, But we somehow made it through And suppose that I'm nothing without you.
