Maybe it's all been said before

How nothing remains the same

We're not finding one another

In any one else or any other place (CHR)

CHR It's got to get to you

Really bother you

Gets under your skin

I know it does. . . sometimes

Maybe silence is the answer

When there was so much brilliance in our scenes

And maybe mistakes are indeed the lessons

That we learn just as they lose their sting (CHR) (BRIDGE)

BRIDGE When you think that our best days are gone

As we search on and on

We're stubborn as the sand lying still on the beach

While our wishes are still at our command (CHR)

So this is how our story ends

As we collect the "what ifs" and the "thens"

Imagination is now our friend, our closest friend

For we're the ghosts that resurrect when memory. . .

Calls again (CHR)