sometimes (i wish)
city and colour
would we still walk hand in hand?
and if i suddenly went blind
would you still look in my eyes?
what happens when i grow old?
and all my stories have been told?
will your heart still race for me?
or will it march to a new beat?
would you still stand by my side?
and would our flame still burn so bright?
i'm so full of these endless rhymes
about the way i feel inside
i wish i could just get it right
and i could make you understand
there'd be no reason to think twice
you'd be my sun; you'd be my light
if i was a simple man. if i was a simple man. sometimes i wonder why
i'm so full of these endless rhymes
about the way i feel inside