For Beth के बोल

As pretty as a song A song could ever be Like Christmas on a river Without a boat or Christmas tree This afternoon with you is something like a letter The kind that someone writes but never sends And when you look at me it reminds me that Someday it’s gonna end And when you pass on oh God I bet you miss your friends As simple as a breeze tugging hard upon the sail Been moving through these streets forever From Istanbul to Amsterdam As pretty as a song A song could ever be Like Christmas on a river Without a boat or Christmas tree This afternoon with you is something like a letter The kind that someone writes but never sends And when you look at me it reminds me that Someday it’s gonna end And when you pass on oh God I bet you miss your friends