I know that's a strange way to tell you
I see one pair that I recognize
And one day passed away in his sleep
Now I see it everyday
And I know that I am, I am, I am the luckiest
And I know that I am, I am, I am the luckiest
That I first saw your lovely face?
And passed away
In a house on a street where you lived?
I'm sorry
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
That I know we belong
Would I know?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
What if I'd been born fifty years before you
And where was I before the day
And his wife she stayed for a couple of days
And in a wide sea of eyes
Brought me here
I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
