Nothing Was The Same
Nothing Was The Same
We were broken, now mended
Holding hands as we had before
Holding on to something more
Nothing was the same
Here we are now in our room
Dancing around to the same old tune
The same old feelings linger, but
Nothing was the same
Tonight was our second, first night out
You and I eating in peaceful silence
But our love was like a drought
Nothing was the same
We talk until 2 a.m.
These words became useless conversation
But who is to blame
Nothing was the same
I lie in bed that night
My love pouring out of me in a cascade
You however were sound asleep
Nothing was the same
We have been in this place before
Around and back again
Your car now distant and you drifting further
Because nothing was the same
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