Letras
The lights so bright outside
I can hardly think
The sound grows so loud
As she's speaking to me
I'm tired of being told of false memories
Cuz I was to young to understand then
Devoting my life to questions
That no one's left to answer
Maybe someday we'll meet
On some Evanston beach
With a lifetime left behind me
And I know God won't let you speak to me
But maybe by then there'll be no words left to say
With each passing November
The messages start to fade
Our lives begin to move on
But part of me will always be in that place
Maybe someday we'll meet
On some Evanston beach
With a lifetime left behind me
And I know God won't let you speak to me
But maybe by then there'll be no words left to say
On some Evanston beach
With a lifetime left behind me
And I know God won't let you speak to me
But maybe by then there'll be no words left to say