It should have been me and you, sitting by that fire
Not that one that's burning under the chimney that he just lit
I mean the fire that rages every time I look into your eyes
It should have been me and you... and the spaces in between
It should have been us, driving into the middle of nowhere, in the blistering cold
your legs on my feet, a smile on your face and a tune on your lips
singing your favourite, messing up the lyrics and not caring
It should have been me and you... forever and the little things we love
It should have been me in whose arms you lie this night
Not these thoughts we are forced to hold unto like a living dream
or the moments we talk and pretend like it's not the best parts of our days
It should have been us.