I Choose You
ROLAND ORZABAL
I knew all of this was coming
Ain't that odd
Some things come out of nothing
As with god
Not my intention to amuse
Or confuse
I've been down to the kitchen
Played my part
Mapped out all all contradictions
Of the heart
Then someone came and stole my shoes
A situation I tried to diffuse
Long way back clouds were forming
If by choice
Some things come as a warning
Hear their voice
I wish that I could change its hue
Paint it blue
But when I think what I could lose
All other options disappear from view
When I choose
I choose you
I choose you