White Suburban

I knew you before Took a lifetime to forget But as my eyes meet yours I take all I can get Lay light up the shadows of my heart Return stolen works of art Yeah, you can’t discern this moment, great But I still remember you In that big, old, white Suburban And although you look right past me With disregard The first won't happen twice But gazing still at the ground More alone than I was then I have searched your eyes But they don’t comprehend I crawl back into the shadows of my heart And just sit there in the dark Where you don’t require the love you’ll still take But I still remember you In that big, old, white Suburban And although you look right past me With disregard The first won't happen twice And although I’ve since moved on And I’ve been in love a few times There’s still a piece of me That holds on to you ‘Cause the first won’t happen twice Won’t happen twice It won’t happen twice I remember you In that big, old, white Suburban And although you look right past me With disregard And although I’ve since moved on And I’ve been in love a few times There’s still a piece of me That can’t let go of you ‘Cause the first won’t happen twice