“Live to the point of tears.”
- Albert Camus
Well, you know that I'd love to
make music with you.
You know that I'd love to talk
the whole night through.
You know that I'd love to be a
true, close friend,
but I see myself falling short
yet again.
Capo III
D G / D A / D G / G F A
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But I'll pick myself up and find
the will to try.
Let that river of regret flow
through my eyes.
If I find another lover maybe I
can atone,
until then I'll be making music
on my own.
Interlude
Before you came along I was
barely even here.
Music was playing, but I turned a
def ear.
The joyful song of you was a
breath of fresh air,
and when you left at least I felt
the despair.
I can still find reason to sing.
It's dimmer, but I still see the
beauty in things.
And on those nights when it gets
real cold,
I've still got the memory of your
love to hold me.
Interlude
Once upon a time it felt so
right,
but I guess that feeling faded
out of your sight.
I never meant to cause you any
pain,
never saw that you felt you had
to stay.
Thanks for loving me in spite of
your fears,
for being there all those years.
You taught me how to live to the
point of tears,
to live a little more free.
It's sad sometimes but there's a
little more room to breathe.