And as the sun sets on my right
So does my dream drain me of my nights
And as I lay here open to the air
My eyes are wide open
But you're not really there
Or here in my arms
Oh, where do you belong?
From all the yesterdays
And all that I have left
A pictured 'perfect youth'
Of you is all I've kept
Smoke stained windows
Nothings really clear
A cup of Joe
May make life flow
'Cause you're not really here
Or there and all around
You're not to be found
Oh no....oh no...... |
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