You could have just came out and told us …
You could have,
If you had it in you…
If you had it in you, You would have told her you loved her.
If you had it in you… You would have thanked her for her love. When we left you feeling dejected.
She took you in and loved you, kept you feeling protected. You loved her and took her in when she least expected. You could have waited a bit longer.
Perhaps we’d have made you stronger? Just a little longer… We would have waited if we’d known. We would have waited if we’d known. If we had known you would slip away.
That the days would slip away. We would have waited if we’d known. Because we went away. We would have waited if we’d known.
Postpone. And we liked to think you were ours… Sitting there waiting…
Watching the cars. Acting like it’s your throne,
Our little home. We used to think you acted like us. You pouted and sighed at us. You walked around and sat and stared at us.
Sometimes in mock imitation of us. And while scratches that you’ve made in our skin will cover over and disappear.
The scratches that you rent in our hearts leave us here in tears. You will always be there waiting.
We would have waited if we’d known. You can’t take time back.
We can’t bring you back. A life with distinction in character…
Our little man Dexter. http://www.flickr.com/groups/dexterthewondercat/pool/show/
If you had it in you…
If you had it in you, You would have told her you loved her.
If you had it in you… You would have thanked her for her love. When we left you feeling dejected.
She took you in and loved you, kept you feeling protected. You loved her and took her in when she least expected. You could have waited a bit longer.
Perhaps we’d have made you stronger? Just a little longer… We would have waited if we’d known. We would have waited if we’d known. If we had known you would slip away.
That the days would slip away. We would have waited if we’d known. Because we went away. We would have waited if we’d known.
Postpone. And we liked to think you were ours… Sitting there waiting…
Watching the cars. Acting like it’s your throne,
Our little home. We used to think you acted like us. You pouted and sighed at us. You walked around and sat and stared at us.
Sometimes in mock imitation of us. And while scratches that you’ve made in our skin will cover over and disappear.
The scratches that you rent in our hearts leave us here in tears. You will always be there waiting.
We would have waited if we’d known. You can’t take time back.
We can’t bring you back. A life with distinction in character…
Our little man Dexter. http://www.flickr.com/groups/dexterthewondercat/pool/show/