that I think I'd never been to
At a table at a restaurant
by a dark hall by a window
We were in our coats and scarves
so it might have been in winter
But it might have just been cold
and we can't remember snow
So I guess that all that matters
is we're having a nice dinner
Crashing on the shores of love,
sinking in the sands of grief
Crashing on the shores of love,
sinking in the sands of grief
But I don't know why I do
that I think I'd never been to
by a dark wall by a window
We were in our coats and scarves,
so it might have been in winter
But it might have just been cold,
So I guess that all that matters
is we're having a nice dinner
Crashing on the shores of love,
sinking in the sands of grief
Crashing on the shores of love,
sinking in the sands of grief
Sadness comes in many shapes
Why'd it have to take your shape?
Time could not come a day