Из альбома: The Bull, The Balloon and The Family
It must be this place we're in
The altitude and all those vanilla cola stolis
Have made your blood run thin
'Cause you're still here
Maybe your judgement's rendered clear
You must be seeing straight
'Cause no one's recognized me in this state
I'm now living in
It must be this town we're in tonight
Well the moon's raised up in the west
Braced on a clouded peak
When your words just blushed my cheek
Facing east the smooth light soothes two
Now you're saying what I want to hear from you
And maybe all my desperate dreams of true love
Are still coming true
(Chorus)
On my long ride
I'll sit back and pretend
You're mine
Fixating your return
To the timing in my
Life
By the time we left the crowded scene
Your hand's clenched tight in my hand
Walking home we find the silent street
Conversation with a new friend
Realizing you forgot you knew
Now I'm saying words I want to hear from you
Wake me up or my desperate dreams of true love
May still be coming true
(Chorus)
This time I won't obsess again
Delaying wide awake lying in your bed
The sound of your machine pumping my thin frame
How's a brother suppose to sleep lying next to you
This time I won't obsess again