Rebecca Lavelle - Sometimes

^FSometimes at the ^Fedge of sight ^FSomething moves which isn't t^Fhere ^FYou turn to look but its g^Fone, it's gone ^FWas it ever really t^Fhere Yet it touches y^Fou Softly touches y^Gou ^FAnd then begins ag^Gain

That scent of ro^Fses ^F The sound of s^Fea ^F A breath of w^Find on your face

They take you b^Fack They take you th^Gere To that pl^Face long ago And you want so m^Fuch To hear those w^Gords To feel that to^Fuch

But you can't go b^Fack ^F No you can't go b^Fack ^F

L^Fiving in the mom^Fent ^FIs dangerous and bl^Find ^FBut if you look back, too many ti^Fmes ^FThe shapes distort, and un^Fwind

But they to^Fuched you Softly touc^Ghed you ^FAnd then it begins again

That scent of ro^Fses ^F The sound of the s^Fea ^F A breath of wi^Fnd on your face

They take you ba^Fck They take you th^Gere To that pl^Face long ago And you want so m^Fuch To hear those wo^Grds To feel that to^Fuch

But you can't go b^Fack ^F No you can't go b^Fack ^F

^FSomtimes ...^F