Shut my eyes and count to ten It goes in one ear out the other Burning bright right till the end Now you’ll be missing from the photographs
Watching through my fingers
In my thoughts you’re far away And you are whistling a melody Crystallizing clear as day Oh I can picture you so easily
What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it? What’s gonna be left of the world?
Every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Every stumble and each misfire I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Caught off guard by your favorite song I’ll be dancing at a funeral Dancing at a funeral Sleeping in the clothes you love It’s such a shame we had to see them burn
What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it? What’s gonna be left of the world?
Every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Every stumble and each misfire I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
You might have to excuse me I’ve lost control of all my senses You might have to excuse me I’ve lost control of all my words
So get drunk, call me a fool Put me in my place, put me in my place Pick me up, up off the floor Put me in my place, put me in my place
Every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Every stumble and each misfire I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Watching through my fingers Watching through my fingersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
