I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile, So good to me, so right And how you held me in your arms that September night The first time you ever saw me cry. Maybe this is wishful thinking, Probably mindless dreaming, But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right. I'd go back in time and change it but I can't. So if the chain is on your door I understand. But this is me swallowing my pride Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night.