Lost - Michael Bublé

I can't believe it's over

I watched the whole thing fall

And I never saw the writing that was on the wall

If I'd only knew

The days were slipping past

That the good things never last

That you were crying

Summer turned to winter

And the snow it turned to rain

And the rain turned into tears upon your face

I hardly recognize the girl you are today

And God I hope it's not too late

It's not too late

'Cause you are not alone

I'm always there with you

And we'll get lost together

Until the light comes pouring through

It's when you feel like you're done

And the darkness has won

Babe, you're not lost

(Este 'Lost' é lindo, não é? E o Michael? Bem me parecia...)