as I watch the pouring rain pondering questions that that still remain trying to figure it all out intangible aspects of the past maybe I just think too much reality that I couldn't touch there was nothing there for me a future together as dense as fog I'm frames way ahead and not where you are different versions of the same reel mine unedited and yours spliced maybe I just think too much reality that I can't touch could there be something there for me? envisioning what could never be a heart that's torn and now released a milestone of the past and when I was with you maybe I just think too much reality that I couldn't touch was there something there for me? maybe I gave up too fast relinquished a hold that I didn't have left it all behind when I closed the book maybe I just think too much reality that I couldn't touch made it happen for you and me