(D. Gutter)

The distance that distance can make

these voices keep talking away

I confess about this I'm not sane

but these edges don't seem quite as frayed

That night I cried next to you

I didn't mean to make you worry

what my disturbing conscience can do

from you, I withdrew, and I'm sorry

I live with this....but slowly

I swear that I knew you well

there were nights that I cried like hell

I never said a word but you could probably tell

the words you left out were the ones that i felt

-chorus-

you have my favorite face

and my favorite smile

there is my favorite place

these are my favorite times