Once in ev'ry life someone comes along; And you came to me -- it was almost like a song. You were in my arms just where you belong; We were so in love -- it was almost like a song. Bridge: January through December We had such a perfect year; Then the flame became a dying ember, All at once, you weren't here. Now by broken heart Cries for you at night, And it's almost like a song, but it's too sad to write. Now my broken heart cries for you at night, And it's almost like a song, But it's much too sad to write, It's too sad to write.