It was just a cold day, no day for laying in the field
|
It was just one star, far too far that made him turn away
|
Bland boy, no toy to a man like yourself
|
He was just no one, someone who needed something else
|
|
Time left room for me to reconsider
|
What had been winter and where the grass did grow
|
Time left room for me to reconsider, who and what I knew
|
And where that boy did go
|
|
First kiss: neither hit nor miss; it blurs from the quickness it keeps
|
First love: too much at once for that troubled boy to take
|
Blue lake, for sanity's sake he swam and dove too deep
|
Grey skies, green eyes - they change with the growing grass
|
|
Time left room for me to reconsider
|
What had been winter and where the grass did grow
|
Time left room for me to reconsider, who and what I knew
|
And where that boy did go
|
|
Loss of what is so precious
|
Confused with the scenery
|
A face with no name, a place without space
|
It's useless, boy don't you see
|
|
Time left room for me to reconsider
|
What had been winter and where the grass did grow
|
Time left room for me to reconsider, who and what I knew
|
And where that boy did go
|
|
No chance, no turning back, that lake is but a stream
|
One wish, one day for that kiss to return to those wanting lips
|
|
-----------------
|
Time Left Room
|
| Katie Costello |
