serendipity
bryant, miriam
everything i have done with you when we were young
your eyes in summer sun like bullets from a gun
through my heart and in my dreams
i'm counting all the ways that you could leave
you called it serendipity
take me back to the place you were gone without a trace
it is hard to believe tell me this is just a dream
hide your secrets in the sand
before all this falls out of hand
you called it serendipity
i call it the death of me
fading to grey do you wanna be
hide your secrets in the sand
and i will never understand
how this became my state of mind
you called it serendipity