Lyrics
MY OLD FLAME
(Timothy Brickley and David Rheins)
Every time I see something beautiful I think of you,
even though we can’t be, it’s still the same.
I hear your voice, I picture you there in your new city,
it’s your home now, I know, but wherever you go it’s still the same,
my old flame.
It’s stronger now, that time has left me wiser, more confused.
And even though you have someone new, and I do, too,
does it ring true for you, my old flame?
My old flame.
Even though we didn’t get it right the first time through the mill,
sometimes I still feel the warmth of your memory,
hear your voice when you were telling me that I was the one,
the one who got through, the only one that you ever knew that you really loved.
I said it was too late, then, but now it’s really the end,
to know how much you mean and all I dream is you.
Ever time I see something beautiful I think of you.
Even though we can’t be. It’s still the same.
I called your house last Christmas Eve, though nobody there knows my name.
Your mother said you weren’t expected, but who’s calling, please?
Just another old flame.
Copyright 1995, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins.
