You had a basement apartment We spent the days in the dark there Everything implied and perfect We made up our own secret language With no word for goodbye
A Remington Rand on your birthday Pages of games we've been playing Letters of lost conversations You never think that I'm listening Are you listening now?
You're the center of the scenery No matter where it's taken me It doesn't change when I'm not there
I've got a suitcase and ticket I know you can see through the patterns Returning and leaving but outside There's just so little that matters I can't wait to just sit still
You invent for me a usefulness And I've started getting used to it What I miss when I'm not there Another hope to die love song You're going to get yours before to long If you need me look to find me Right here by your side
Little black dots on paper Connected in your name I float up off the sidewalk See you through a window Remember where to find me
You can tell me not to miss you From now on you won't have to If you need me look to find me Right here by your sideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
