Written by P. Rhodes, J. Valenzuela, R. Wilson
How can I find us something
That two can take
Without stumbling as we
Walk into our future's wake?
I'm like a broken record
that you can play.
Repeating as if it matters
everything I wanna say.
I'll be alright
as long as it matters.
As long as you're here with me now.
Forget that time
It's nothing we touch and see
All this is fine.
Even as it crashes down on me.
I'm looking around
There's nothing I could want
more than to tell you
There's no more than we've already got.
Copyright 1996 WB Music Corp/Philthy Music/Bonneville Salt Flats Music/Rutle
Corps Music (ASCAP)
Keyed by George Bounacos (http://www1.allware.com/~bounacos)
