Were there never quite enough Sundays
Did I leave out a birthday or two
Did I make too much of mere holiday fluff
When a rose just on Tuesday would do
Did I say often enough you look pretty
Did I tell you you meant everything
Did I ever say you still take my breath away
Or did he say it better than me
Did I always say I'm sorry I hurt you
Did I always know when I did
Were there some signs, if I'd paid more attention
Well, I'll pay for it now, long as I live
Did I ever say you're my heart
That I couldn't live without you
As long as there's breath in this body of mine
This old heart will keep beating for you
