Just a Song

Floating, drifting Just a postcard paradise Waiting, hoping for something The days just slip in the past You came A spark like no one else We floated, in silence The sky littered with stars There was a good possibility That I could see That you’d become to me You’d become Just a song Just a song Just a song Just a song The good days, couldn’t last I stand in my own way The green eyed, monster The vices that divide I tried to cut you out, as it Ate me up inside But you made sure, you made sure, you made sure It didn't end like that There was a good possibility That you and I could see So don't become to me Don't become Just a song Just a song Just a song Just a song Yeah, just a song Just a song Yeah, just a song, just a song Just a song Yeah, just a song Just a song Yeah, just a song, just a song Just a song Ooh Ooh Oh