seven white pebbles
some rose-speckled shells
they were sleeping in my pockets
when we last exchanged farewells
oh the things we keep, the things we throw away
somewhere on the west coast
on a long stretch of beach
I called you and I called
but you were moving out of reach
oh the times we hear, the times we turn away
chorus:
and Im sorry for whatever came between
sorry for the love that might have been
but for the timing
perhaps if wed met later
or else sometime before
if only I had loved you less
if you had loved me more
oh the things we learn, the things we learn too late
chorus
one star in the twilight
soon therell be more
but I dont think Ill try wishing
dont feel as lucky as I did before
all the strange and empty spaces
Ive since travelled on my own
with a handful of seashells
a pocketful of stones
oh the things we keep, the things we throw away
oh the things we feel, the things we never say
chorus
