(D. Gutter)
The distance that distance can make
These voices keep talking away
I confess about this I'm not sane
But these edges don't seem quite as frayed
That night I cried next to you
I didn't mean to make you worry
What my disturbing conscience can do
From you, I withdrew, and I'm sorry
I live with this....but slowly
I swear that I knew you well
There were nights that I cried like hell
I never said a word but you could probably tell
The words you left out were the ones that I felt
-chorus-
You have my favorite face
And my favorite smile
There is my favorite place
These are my favorite times
