Why would he come back through the park

You thought that you saw him, but no you did not

It's not him coming across the sea to surprise you

Not him who would know where in London to find you

Sadness so real that it populates

The city and leaves you homeless again

Steam from a cup and snow on the path

The seasons have changed from the present to past

The past...

There's hope to have

In the past...

Why would he come back through the park

You thought that you saw him, but no you did not

Who can be sure of anything through

The distance that keeps you from knowing truth

Why would he think, the boy could become

The man who could make you sure he was the one

The one...

My one...

My one...