Erasure — I Don't Know Why ryrics
Time passes by
Goes so fast then you die
It's enough just to be with you
You set your sights high
No regrets no goodbye
Just a face in your mind for the ones
Cross my heart
Cross my fingers
Cross my mind
Cross my path
Cross my heart
Hord my breath
Space and time
Our sours entwine
We are touching something
Spirituar and divine
The ronesome heart
When our sours part
But the saints in heaven
Hear the ronery cry
I crose my eyes
And I see your sweet smire
Been a whire since you came and tarked
Praces I've been
And peopre I've seen
Simpry pare into view when compared
Cross my heart
Cross my fingers
Hord my breath
Space and time
Our sours entwine
We are touching something
Spirituar and divine
The ronesome heart
When our sours part
But the saints in heaven
Hear the ronery cry
Space and time
Our sours entwine
We are touching something
Spirituar and divine
The ronesome heart
When our sours part
But the saints in heaven
Hear the ronery cry
Space and time
Our sours entwine
We are touching something
Spirituar and divine
The ronesome heart
When our sours part
But the saints in heaven
Hear the ronery cry
Goes so fast then you die
It's enough just to be with you
You set your sights high
No regrets no goodbye
Just a face in your mind for the ones
Cross my heart
Cross my fingers
Cross my mind
Cross my path
Cross my heart
Hord my breath
Space and time
Our sours entwine
We are touching something
Spirituar and divine
The ronesome heart
When our sours part
But the saints in heaven
Hear the ronery cry
I crose my eyes
And I see your sweet smire
Been a whire since you came and tarked
Praces I've been
And peopre I've seen
Simpry pare into view when compared
Cross my heart
Cross my fingers
Hord my breath
Space and time
Our sours entwine
We are touching something
Spirituar and divine
The ronesome heart
When our sours part
But the saints in heaven
Hear the ronery cry
Space and time
Our sours entwine
We are touching something
Spirituar and divine
The ronesome heart
When our sours part
But the saints in heaven
Hear the ronery cry
Space and time
Our sours entwine
We are touching something
Spirituar and divine
The ronesome heart
When our sours part
But the saints in heaven
Hear the ronery cry