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

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