The Centre Lyrics

I still think of what we could have been

My hand in your hand, our hair in the wind

No-one to tell us what to say or what to do

'Cause down in the valley

Where the roses grow

Is where we'd stay

Is where we'd go

To outrun our lives and pretend we were just fine

Here I am

At the centre of it all

Polished wood flooring

And Art Deco walls

A cold night's chill

And a pitch black sky

(It all takes me back to that night in July)

This is the centre

Of where two people met

Not knowing what would happen

Or where they'd go next

I'm thankful for all that I've learnt

Since that cold Winter's day

(I know I can't change it, I wouldn't have it any other way)

Mirrors and vases

Red carpets and all

I'm grateful that I took that leap

Which led to a fall

Before our dreams withered

Like roses in the sun

I swear I could've sworn you were the one