What would you say?
What would you change?
How many questions that have no answer
Will keep passing through?
I'm not used to using the past tense when I talk about you
I'm not used to seeing you only in my dreams
I'll never get used to walking through the door of that old house
I'll always feel the walls echoing you
Time ripped away
Robbed of days
How many pictures you would have painted
While we sing to you
I'm not used to keeping a brave face when I talk about you
I'm not used to being polite when they say, "sorry."
I'll never get used to holding on to words I never said
I'll always wish I'd given more to you
I won't use the past tense when I talk about you
I could never get used to it anyway