Adele: Don’t you remember

Het ver­keerde num­mer, op het juiste moment.

When was the last time you thought of me?
Or have you com­plete­ly erased me from your mem­o­ry?
I often think about where I would roam
More I do, the less I know

I gave you the space so you could breathe
I kept my dis­tance so you would be free
And hope that you find the miss­ing piece
(To bring you back to me)