What Might Have Been

Hang up the phone and catch my breath
Man I'm alone, I swear I almost caught the sun
Out of control, each thought incomplete
Man I am old, I swear I almost came undone
Oh you look so good to me, a fantasy
So out of reach it almost kills ya
You look so good to me a fantasy
I hunger for a now forsaken love
Oh to love, to live, to think of what might of been
You were the one, I'm coming undone
Oh to love, to live, I would have done anything
There is no love at all
Out of control, each thought incomplete
Man I am old, I swear I almost caught the sun
Oh You look so good to me, a fantasy
So out of reach it almost kills ya
You look so good to me a fantasy
I hunger for a now forsaken love
Oh to love, to live, to think of what might of been
You were the one, I'm coming undone
Oh to love, to live, I would have done anything
There is no love at all
I need your love, I need your love, I need your love
I need your love, I need your love, I need your love
I need your love, I need your love, I need your love
I need your love, I need your love, I need your love