Well he filled the room with sunlight Like a warmth in the air and I could feel it When he left I was still here Sitting in a cold and unmade bed But we were pages Pages of words That will never be spoken Yes we were pages Pages of words That will never be spoken When I look back on this day I know I could say it's for a reason When I start to doubt myself I can trust that a plan will unfold But we were pages Pages of words That will never be spoken Yes we were pages Pages of words That will never be spoken And now I can see What I meant to you And what you meant to me Well he filled the room with sunlight Like a warmth in the air and I could feel it