that's where I have to go
To see your beautiful face anymore
I stare at a picture of you and listen to the radio
Hope, hope there's a conversation
We both admit we had it good
But until then it's alienation, I know
That much is understood
And I realize
If you ask me...
where I fell in love with you
And the fadin' concrete skyline
Brings an urban lullaby that still rings true
When I passed you on the street that day
Should've let that red scarf fly away
Like any chance I had of keepin' you
Like the Northern wind a blowin'
Yeah my lonely heart...
Recently, a close friend of mine and I were playing a game -- just a simple game where we asked each other random questions.
I asked him, "What's something you couldn't live without and why?"
He answered, "Music, because everything I've ever thought, felt, or lived by was...
that it was over
When her lips met mine
It was an emptiness in her voice
Hesitation when she smiled
She didn't have to say a word
It was just so plain to see
She had found what she'd been looking for
And I knew it wasn't me
I saw goodbye in her eyes
I don't think I can change...