paroles de chanson History - Tasha

We've all been through this before
Yet, somehow, it still feels like the first
Must I admit it's done?
Must I return your sweaters and your shirts?
My yearning's not quite out
I still imagine you'll be home tomorrow
Was it me?
Did I not prove to you how far I'd go?
Why can't we just laugh?
Pretend this is just a game we play?
I'm not ready yet
To meet a stranger with your name

What kind of morning soothes
Without some sweet mouth near to give a kiss before I leave?
Perhaps I just might learn to fall asleep without your breath
So steady next to me
And if I wake in sweat from troubled dreams
This day's bright blue will have to be enough for me
I'll have to pick and choose which songs to sing
It seems every one keeps on reminding me of being in love
It wasn't so long ago, but what's left of touch?
What's left of us and our long history?