Spring

I could have changed your mind, if only you'd told me.
You said you where fine and you talked about needing time and living alone.
I never got the change to say what you meant to me, and you know I dont believe but I guess you'll watch over me.
It's three years on, it's not old news, still comming to terms being with out you and I hope you watch over me.
And the way you died, did it hurt at all?
Think of you that way, did it hurt at all?
And the way you died, did it hurt at all?
Think of you that way?
I don't at all.
And I swear at times I can hear your voice, like in the mornings, through the floor and I can smell those cigarettes that you used to smoke at the back door.
And the way you died, did it hurt at all?
Think of you that way, did it hurt at all?
And the way you died, did it hurt at all?
Think of you that way?
I don't at all