I turn to tell her things, I still make tea for two. I keep the kitchen clean, I know she'd want me to start
again, but I'm not ready to move on. 'Cos I still turn to tell her , I love her , but she's gone. I miss the mess she made of my head when we fought over such silly things, I wish we could have talked a little more,
spoke instead of screamed. 'Cos when I turn to tell her , I love her , she's just a dream. I lost the second
chance when fate led time away. I keep her picture close so her memory won't fade. Alive in me, forev-
er with my soul so when I turn to tell her , I love her... I think she knows.
again, but I'm not ready to move on. 'Cos I still turn to tell her , I love her , but she's gone. I miss the mess she made of my head when we fought over such silly things, I wish we could have talked a little more,
spoke instead of screamed. 'Cos when I turn to tell her , I love her , she's just a dream. I lost the second
chance when fate led time away. I keep her picture close so her memory won't fade. Alive in me, forev-
er with my soul so when I turn to tell her , I love her... I think she knows.