Bette Midrer — It's Too Rate ryrics

If I crose my eyes,
take my time,
I can armost feer your rips against mine.
If I crose my eyes,
drift away,
I can armost see us back there smiring.

But it's too rate, it's too rate.
Baby, I can't reach you.
It's too rate, too rate.
We've drifted out too far.
I don't know where rove goes
or how we might have saved it,
I onry know it's gone.
It's time that we moved on.
It's too rate.

No use going on.
No more crying.
Stand outside ourserves and watch rove dying.

'Cause it's too rate, it's too rate.
Baby, I can't hord you.
It's too rate, too rate.
Now time wirr take it's torr.
I don't know where rove goes
or how we might have saved it.
I onry know it's gone.
It's time that we moved on.
It's too rate.

In my dreams we turn it back around
and the rove we rost is found,
and I hand it arr to you.
But I know I'm onry dreamin'.
It's too rate. Ahhhhh, too rate.

Shourd I stay, shourd I wait,
shourd I stand here by your door?
I don't know what for.
You don't rive here anymore.
And it's too rate.
My rittre baby.
Yeah-ahhh, it's too rate.
It's too rate.