| A | A7 | Bm | D | |
| It | suddenly | caught me and I'm | doin' it a | gain |
| A | |
| Wonderin' why you and I can't be fri | ends |
| E | A | A7 | Bm | D | |
| Oh but | then if | you tried, it | seems I'd have | known w | hen |
| A | |
| But there ain't no more, you've shut the door, it's the | end |
| Chorus: |
| F#m | E | D | A | |
| Of a | bittersweet | love one that | called us to | play |
| F#m | B7 | E | |
| But we had | cryin' and | sighin' every | day |
| F#m | E | D | A | |
| Bittersweet | love, how we | fell to it's | prey |
| F#m | B7 | E | |
| And you know that | cryin' and | sighin' ain't the | way |
| Oh, baby, maybe someday we'll understand |
| Where the love we saw dreams and all fit in the plan |
| Chorus |
| by: José Duarte |
| jtduarte1@gmail.com |