NEW MAYBE - Tragically Hip
Name: oneil17
Email: oneil_al@hotmail.com
You could write, you could think, you could have sex
You could leave your jewelry in a bowl beside the bed
Stare out the window, down the lawn, to the lake
For as long as it takes
Maybe it's the things we don't say
Maybe it's the things we don't say
Maybe it's the things we don't say
Maybe, love is the new maybe
I know what winter's about, too many nights, not enough days,
I watched the birds fly south and no, I don't wait
The last words out of my mouth, stay out of my way
And I'm in a wrong place
Maybe it's the things we don't say
Maybe it's the things we don't say
Maybe it's the things we don't say
Maybe, love is the new maybe
Maybe, love is the new maybe
Maybe, love is the new maybe
Thanks,
Go Habs Go!