Floating, drifting
Just a postcard paradise
Waiting, hoping for something
The days just slip in the past
You came
A spark like no one else
We floated, in silence
The sky littered with stars
There was a good possibility
That I could see
That you’d become to me
You’d become
Just a song
Just a song
Just a song
Just a song
The good days, couldn’t last
I stand in my own way
The green eyed, monster
The vices that divide
I tried to cut you out, as it
Ate me up inside
But you made sure, you made sure, you made sure
It didn't end like that
There was a good possibility
That you and I could see
So don't become to me
Don't become
Just a song
Just a song
Just a song
Just a song
Yeah, just a song
Just a song
Yeah, just a song, just a song
Just a song
Yeah, just a song
Just a song
Yeah, just a song, just a song
Just a song
Ooh
Ooh
Oh
