VERSO 1

Long time no see
Think I already saw this movie
Can’t recall, remind me how it ends
Should I stay? Should I go?
Guess that depends

VERSO 2

On whether you know how I’m like when the lights are off
Tell me apart in a crowd or draw my body by heart
It’s starting to feel like a memory
You and me
It’s been a long time no see

PRÉ-REFRÃO

Regrets I’ve got a few
But they all fade to nothing when it comes to you
Got some empty drawers, don’t really need the space
At last, I’ll rest my case

REFRÃO

Saying it is winter and I’m missing your sweaters
Your name’s still on my mind in capital letters
And I just can’t find the strength to get over you
Better go and trade the whole world for something new
Between dancing in the living room and checking my pulse
I’ve been reading poetry and tearing up prose
And still, I can’t find the strength to get over you

VERSO 3

High pitch, flashlight
That’s not how you should be living, ask a butterfly
I refuse to call it destiny or fate
Left the back door open, closed the garden gate

VERSO 4

Keep on replaying all our stumbles like a mockingbird
Yet I’ll wait and talk and fight for whatever’s worth
From where I stand’s way too bright
Just quit the high pitch and turn off the flashlight

PRÉ-REFRÃO

Regrets I’ve got a few
But they all fade to nothing when it comes to you
Got some empty drawers, don’t really need the space
At last, I’ll rest my case

REFRÃO

Saying it is winter and I’m missing your sweaters
Your name’s still on my mind in capital letters
And I just can’t find the strength to get over you
Better go and trade the whole world for something new
Between dancing in the living room and checking my pulse
I’ve been reading poetry and tearing up prose
And still, I can’t find the strength to get over you

PONTE

It’s starting to feel like a ritual dance
Praying for a one in a million chance
That there’ll be an encore, to die for
That my shirt’s still in your drawer

It hits me like a dream far from reality
A perfect comedy
God, I’d have to die to hurt you, to hate, to leave you, to let you go

PRÉ-REFRÃO

Regrets I’ve got a few
But they all fade to nothing when it comes to you
Got some empty drawers, don’t really need the space
At last, I’ll rest my case