And the truth is
I'll only miss her when some stranger laughs
'Cause it's still her laugh my heart hears
Maybe in time, I guess, the longing will grow the slightest bit less
And there will be moments, yes, when it disappears
I'll bet I forget her completely
In about a hundred years
The truth is
I'll only miss her when some stranger laughs
'Cause it's still her laugh my heart hears
Maybe in time, I guess, the longing will grow the slightest bit less
And there will be moments, yes, when it disappears
I'll bet I forget her completely
In about a hundred years.