Why would he come back through the park You thought that he saw him
to know you did not It's not him who'll come across the sea to surprise you
Not him who would know where in London to find you
The sadness so real that it populates The city leaves you hopeless again
Steam from the cup and snow on the path The seasons have changed from the present to past
The past turns whole through out The past
The past
Why would he come back through the park You thought that he saw him
to know you did not Who can be sure of anything through
The distance that keeps you from knowing truth
Why would he think if I could become The man who could make you sure he was
You were, you were, you were My one, my one
My one, my one
