I never knew the color of your eyes
I never cared because I was so high
All the money's gone, but I can sing a song
And I never thought I had a pretty voice until I almost died

I never told you what I really felt
I didn't think I deserved to ask for your help
But you never left my dreams
And to sleep was peace

When my body gave out it was so, so weak
Until I almost died
Keep the violins away
That was yesterday

Seeing a reason in a heavy hand to keep me awake
A slap or a break
The kind of love that becomes hate
Now little things don't mean a lot

And mistakes I can forget
I can start again
I never could, until I almost died

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): JOHN P. STROHM, JULIANA HATFIELD