Curious, I click on it.
It’s just piano for several measures, and then Riff’s voice comes in on top.
Didn’t think I had regrets,
But I’d rewind like a cassette,
and then I’d do things diff’rently,
Wouldn’t let you walk away,
I’d counter all your counterplays,
We’d meet halfway like symmetry
That syncing feeling like we’re almost aligned,
But the timing’s off, yeah I’ve fallen behind,
I’ll make it up to you, eye on the prize,
It’s not too late for us to synchronize
Had losses that I thought were wins,
Now all I see are might’ve-beens
Bleeding on our battlefield,
Didn’t see your point of view,
Heard your song but missed my cue,
Fumbled moments that were real
That syncing feeling like we’re almost aligned,
But the timing’s off, yeah I’ve fallen behind,
I’ll make it up to you, eye on the prize,
It’s not too late for us to synchronize
Never on the same page
At the same time,
It’s a new age
On an old line,
But I’ll catch up
And we’ll be fine,
I promise you …
When the song ends, I stare at the screen, shivering.
