I dreamt of you again last night,
We danced beneath the star light,
We laughed as I held you tight,
Oh it was such a beautiful sight.
But maybe it’s time I fly the white flag,
Maybe I should pack these memories in a bag,
Bundle them up like an old rag,
Ye it’s time I fly the white flag.
The pain you caused is no mystery,
It’s just our sad history,
It still hurts what you did to me,
But I just want you to be happy.