Sarah brightman—so many things

And so many things I'd forgotten

In a world that we shared

With so many things for the asking

Never asked for the madness there

Strange how I find myself

So often on a distant shore

There's only one thing that's confusing

Was it you Was it me

With so many questions unanswered

Or was that part of your mystery

Strange how I find myself

So often on a distant shore

So many things I'd forgotten

So many things for the asking

Strange how I find myself

So often on a distant shore

How I find myself

So often on a distant shore