Sarah brightman—so many things
And so many things I'd forgotten
In a world that we shared
With so many things for the asking
Never asked for the madness there
Strange how I find myself
So often on a distant shore
There's only one thing that's confusing
Was it you Was it me
With so many questions unanswered
Or was that part of your mystery
Strange how I find myself
So often on a distant shore
So many things I'd forgotten
So many things for the asking
Strange how I find myself
So often on a distant shore
How I find myself
So often on a distant shore
