Из альбома: For What It's Worth
And I take pictures of the sky for you
Knowing I can never do it justice,
It'll never look the same, and I try
To tell you just what I have been up to,
But it sounds so lame
And you open your eyes just as I'm closing mine,
But I'll meet you inside of my dreams every night,
And what's left of your voice in my head lets me know it's alright
'Cause when I come home I know you'll still be mine
And I write letters with these lines for you
Knowing I can never do this justice
The words on the page, and I try
To tell you just what I have been up to
But it sounds so lame
And you open your eyes just as I'm closing mine,
But I'll meet you inside of my dreams every night,
And what's left of your voice in my head lets me know it's alright
'Cause when I come home I know you'll still be mine