The Park (regendered)

Why would she come back through the park
You thought that you saw her, but no you did not
It's not her coming across the sea to surprise you
Not her who would know where in London to find you

Sadness so real that it populates
The city and leaves you homeless again
Steam from a cup and snow on the path
The seasons have changed from the present to past

The past...
There's hope to have
In the past...

Why would she come back through the park
You thought that you saw she, but no you did not
Who can be sure of anything through
The distance that keeps you from knowing truth

Why would she think, that she could become
The girl who could make you sure she was the one
The one...
My one...
My one...