Half-Written
Summer rain, felt like every day
As we dived under cover
In the crush, well you cracked me up And all at once we discovered
The truth of us
Like becoming love
As we fell out of touch
It hurts to think what might have been.
Half of a book, that is left unwritten Half of a story, that's not been told
Half of a song, that we're still half-singing No happy ending for what we have begun
Couldn't be. Both of us could see. So things were left unrepeated
But it's hard, to unthink the past
A sense of things uncompleted
The truth of us
Lying under dust
Never even a touch
It hurts to think what might have been.
What would you do
If I suddenly saw you?
You always loved playing the comedian
And I got so used to being your straight man
But while you were laughing, you were hiding
Why you needed to leave all of this behind
What would you do do do if I saw you
Autor(es): AMELIA FLETCHER, ROBERT PURSEY
