Well,
he filled the room with sunlight
Like a warmth in the air and I could feel it
Hmm,
when he left I was still here
Sitting in a cold and unmade bed
But we were pages,
pages of words That will never be spoken
Yes, we were pages,
pages of
words That will never
be spoken
When I look back on this day I know I can say it's for a reason
Hmm,
when I start to doubt myself I can trust that a plan will unfold
But we were pages,
pages of words
That will never be spoken
Yes,
we were pages,
pages of words That will never
be spoken
And now
I can see
What I meant
to you
And what you meant to me Well,
he filled the room with sunlight
Like a warmth in the air and I could feel it
