Slow Readers Club (The)

What Might Have Been
Hang up the phone and catch my breath Man, I'm alone, I swear I almost caught the sun Out of control, each thought incomplete Man, I am old, I swear I almost came undone Oh, you look so good to me, a fantasy So out of reach it almost kills ya You look so good to me, a fantasy I hunger for a now-forsaken love Oh, to love, to live, to think of what might have been You were the one, I'm coming undone Oh, to love, to live, I would have done anything There is no love at all Out of control, each thought incomplete Man, I am old, I swear I almost caught the sun Oh, you look so good to me, a fantasy So out of reach it almost kills ya You look so good to me, a fantasy I hunger for a now-forsaken love Oh, to love, to live, to think of what might have been You were the one, I'm coming undone Letras de cancionesOh, to love, to live, I would have done anything There is no love at all I need your love I need your love I need your love I need your love I need your love I need your love I need your love I need your love I need your love I need your love I need your love I need your love From Letras Mania