paroles de chanson The Last - Ron Pope

I was not the first to love her
And I will not be the last
She was slipping through my fingers
Just like water through my grasp
I can't say that I won't miss her
But I swear I understand
I was not the first to love her
And I will not be the last
My train of thought
It left the station
Without a clear destination
So when it came
Off the track
I was not surprised
I'm always a sucker for a bad deal...
And some green eyes
But I was not the first to love her
And I will not be the last
She was slipping through my fingers
Just like water through my grasp
I can't say that I won't miss her
But I swear I understand
I was not the first to love her
And I will not be the last
Colors her hair
And paints her face
I traced the line of her hip
As she was walking away
All those late nights
Become mornings
If you do not say goodbye
I'm always a sucker for a bad deal...
And some green eyes
But I was not the first to love her
And I will not be the last
She was slipping through my fingers
Just like water through my grasp
I can't say that I won't miss her
But I swear I understand
I was not the first to love her
And I will not be the last
I'm not too young
But I'm not too old yet
I never learned
But I never forget
I ain't got much
But I've got enough
So I don't really mind
I'm always a sucker for a bad deal...
And some green eyes
But I was not the first to love her
And I will not be the last
She was slipping through my fingers
Just like water through my grasp
I can't say that I won't miss her
But I swear I understand
I was not the first to love her
And I will not be the last