it doesn t matter now

Colin Vearncombe (black)

memory is such a fickle friend
it can hold on to the pain of yesterday
and this place has no pity itââ?¬â?¢s not hard to hate this city
ââ?¬Ë?til you think youââ?¬â?¢ve found your own place in the sun
you are haunted by the spaces that she leaves
make you want to look the other way
sheââ?¬â?¢s the answer to the question you didnââ?¬â?¢t want to ask
the one youââ?¬â?¢ve been avoiding everyday

it doesnââ?¬â?¢t matter now
it didnââ?¬â?¢t matter then
the only thing we choose
is how to feel when weââ?¬â?¢re losing
and once the page is read
itââ?¬â?¢s better thrown away

were you stopped by the dancing, the loving standing up?
stopped by the laughing in the face of giving up?
stopped by the past when the future looked so good?
would you dance on your own grave
if you thought you could?
was she satisfied to simply walk away
to drop you from her life without a trace?
was she seeing another as you looked into her eyes
or only the reflection of her face?

youââ?¬â?¢ve been carrying that torch for far too long
to grieve beside a hole that isnââ?¬â?¢t there
for the first time in your life be as brave as you are scared
and live it like youââ?¬â?¢ve lived it once before
live it
like youââ?¬â?¢ve lived it
once before

it doesnââ?¬â?¢t matter now
it didnââ?¬â?¢t matter then
the only thing we choose
is how to feel when weââ?¬â?¢re loosing
and once the page is read
itââ?¬â?¢s better thrown away