If I Knew (Claire's Theme)
If I knew the
sun wouldn’t come up tomorrow,
I’d call you and tell you I miss you,
and spend just a while in your arms
When the shy moon
starves us of light it’s okay, ‘cause
I don’t need my sight to see you, love;
your portrait is clearer than ever
Hide and seek,
but never find;
can’t seem to speak
when you’re on my mind