I felt in my soul
Some kind of dread
When I picture you sat
At the foot of the bed
The window was open
The night was below
Time was ahead of us
We weren’t to know
And that memory awakens
A part of the past
I’m glad that it’s over
I wish it could last
And seeing your ghost
At the foot of the bed
It still fills me
With some kind of dread
That summer was over
Before it began
I try to remember
I know you still can
That morning you left me
That was the one
I knew it was over
I knew i was done
And it isn’t the same
But it never is
The game is an old one
You were mine, now you’re his
And whatever happened
Whatever was said
It still fills me
With some kind of dread
I felt in my soul
Some kind of dread
When I pictured you sat
At the foot of the bed
The window was open
The night was below
Time was ahead
But we weren’t to know
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