Ronan Keating

Lying in my bed I hear the clock ticking think of you
Caught up in circles confusion is nothing new
Flashback warm nights almost left behind
Suitcases of memories
Time after
Sometimes you picture me I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me I can't hear what you've said
And you say go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I will be waiting
Time after time
After my picture fades and darkness has turned to gray
Watching through windows you're wondering if I'm okay
Secrets stolen from deep inside