Testo What Might Have Been

Hang up the phone and catch my breath
Man, I'm alone, I swear I almost caught the sun

Out of control, each thought incomplete
Man, I am old, I swear I almost came undone

Oh, you look so good to me, a fantasy
So out of reach it almost kills ya You look so good to me, a fantasy
I hunger for a now-forsaken love

Oh, to love, to live, to think of what might have been
You were the one, I'm coming undone
Oh, to love, to live, I would have done anything
There is no love at all

Out of control, each thought incomplete
Man, I am old, I swear I almost caught the sun

Oh, you look so good to me, a fantasy
So out of reach it almost kills ya
You look so good to me, a fantasy
I hunger for a now-forsaken love
Oh, to love, to live, to think of what might have been
You were the one, I'm coming undone
Oh, to love, to live, I would have done anything
There is no love at all

I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love
I need your love