it always comes around, back to you.
Often, I find,
It's actually too common to see...someone like you.
I think it's you too, always scares me.
Some sort of disbelief.
Trick of the mind.
The worst, spotting someone on the bus,
looking, dressed as you.
Hunched over working, as you used to.
3000 miles away, I still know every line of you although I don't.
It's actually too common to see...someone like you.
I think it's you too, always scares me.
Some sort of disbelief.
Trick of the mind.
The worst, spotting someone on the bus,
looking, dressed as you.
Hunched over working, as you used to.
3000 miles away, I still know every line of you although I don't.