Текст 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

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