Almost You

(альбом: Another Fine Mess - 2008)

Seven lonely Sundays
Come and gone too slow
It's easy to forgive you
When I'm not alone
If you really want to ask me
If you really want to know

Well, we're so together now
But you know there's a part
Of the love you say is inside of me
Of the man I could never be
But I know she could be a part of me
There's anyway I can see she could be
Almost you...
Almost you...

So much more to ask you
So much less to gain
Too much past to haunt you
No one left to blame

Oh, we're so together now
But you know there's a part
Of the love you say is inside of me
Of the man I could never be
But I know she could be a part of me
Any way, I can see, she could be
Almost you...

Anyway, I can see, she could be
Anyway, I can see, she could be
Almost you...
Almost you...