So Many Things — Sarah Brightman

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.