Colin Vearncombe (black)

it doesn t matter now

memory is such a fickle friend
it can hold on to the pain of yesterday
and this place has no pity itâ??s not hard to hate this city
â??til you think youâ??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
sheâ??s the answer to the question you didnâ??t want to ask
the one youâ??ve been avoiding everyday

it doesnâ??t matter now
it didnâ??t matter then
the only thing we choose
is how to feel when weâ??re losing
and once the page is read
itâ??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?

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

it doesnâ??t matter now
it didnâ??t matter then
the only thing we choose
is how to feel when weâ??re loosing
and once the page is read
itâ??s better thrown away