I want us to talk again-the way we used when the sun was coming up, and we were miles away from anywhere.
I want us to talk again-about all the things we would think about, yet never thought to say out loud to anyone else.
I want us to talk again-like the way we did before we wanted to do anything more than that. I want us to talk.
And if we never talk again, I want you know that I miss that most of all-and every time the sun goes down, I think of all the things I wish I could tell you.