Baby, when I whisper, can you hear?
That's the loudest I become.
Maybe when the coast is clear,
We can find a place to fall in love.
Fall in love...
After all the chances, and silly circumstances,
After all that's gone has come back around again,
There's some black in the magic, and there's beauty in the tragic,
But I don't want to lose this one.
Baby, there's a fog over the pier,
But you can tell the lighthouse from the sun.
I believe the closer that we appear
Is close enough to know that it's begun.
It's already begun...
After all the chances, and silly circumstances,
After all that's gone has come back around again,
There's some black in the magic, and there's beauty in the tragic,
But I don't want to lose this one.
After all the chances, and silly circumstances,
After all that's gone has come back around again,
There's some black in the magic, and there's beauty in the tragic,
But I don't want to lose.
After all the chances,
After all that's gone has come back
I don't want to lose this one.
I don't want to lose this one.
I don't want to lose this one.