Lyrics
Sometimes
I sit up on my windowsill
Thinking 'bout what went south, well
Got too much time to kill
These days, these days, these days
Sometimes
Good things come and go too fast
I can't seem to make 'em last
Got too much time to kill
These days, these days, these days
If I could be honest
Could she even notice?
Would she even notice
If she was my sweet escape?
Lady
She gets darker in my memory
Lady
Trouble got that way of finding me
Sometimes
I daydream that we're not over
I wake up wondering where you are
You said forever
Where does forever start?
If I could be honest
Could she even notice?
Would she even notice
If she was my sweet escape?
Lady
She gets darker in my memory
Lady
Trouble got that way of finding me
Yeah, oh
Lady
She gets darker in my memory
Lady
Trouble got that way
Trouble got that way of finding me