Messing around with a moody chord progression up in Round Pond between September 13-14, 2010, I finally used a title that had been lying around for quite a while, a twisting of the cliche, “It’s been a privilege (or honor) just to have known you.”
Is it me or do I have nothing to show
After years of dodging everything they’ve thrown
It’s nice to breathe after all I’ve been through
It has been a crime just to have known you
Have known you
When we agreed we wouldn’t care about the past
I couldn’t see how it would kick me in the ass
Lovers often come with baggage but who knew
It would be a crime just to have known you
Have known you, have known you
For the record I feel as though I should say
I’d no idea what I was in for on that day
When we wandered down the hallway to your room
It’d become a crime just to have known you
Have known you, have known you