Monmoth Junction 20071908
I'm at a loss for words, I didn't anticipate this. The loss of something valuable to re-gain your life. While I understand this move was necessary, half a country away I could not have expected what it would do to me, to be so far away from you.
And while I hear your voice in time, on the phone and in my mind, nothing can compair with the feel of your hair. With the way your body swings, when you sing. With the way the cigarette stings, the feeling I now get, each time the telephone rings.
I can almost smell your smell, I can almost feel your warmth. I know there's many things that make up a memory, but this is more than a memory. This is what I feel for you. While I understand these feelings are necessary, half a week away I could not have expected what it does to me, to be so far away from you.
And while I hear your voice in time, on the phone and in my mind, nothing can compair with the feel of your hair. With the way your body swings, when you sing. With the way the cigarette stings, the feeling I now get, each time the telephone rings.
And it's another way of breaking my heart again. Giving it up and go back to the start again. Watching myself pull me apart again. Round and round and round we go until there's nothing left again.
Nothing but cups of coffee, summer nights beneath the trees. Early morning memories, they're all a part of me.
And while I hear your voice in time, on the phone and in my mind, nothing can compair with the feel of your hair.
With the way your body swings, when you sing. With the way the cigarette stings, the feeling I now get, each time the telephone rings.
And while I hear your voice in time, on the phone and in my mind, nothing can compair with the feel of your hair. With the way your body swings, when you sing. With the way the cigarette stings, the feeling I now get, each time the telephone rings.
I can almost smell your smell, I can almost feel your warmth. I know there's many things that make up a memory, but this is more than a memory. This is what I feel for you. While I understand these feelings are necessary, half a week away I could not have expected what it does to me, to be so far away from you.
And while I hear your voice in time, on the phone and in my mind, nothing can compair with the feel of your hair. With the way your body swings, when you sing. With the way the cigarette stings, the feeling I now get, each time the telephone rings.
And it's another way of breaking my heart again. Giving it up and go back to the start again. Watching myself pull me apart again. Round and round and round we go until there's nothing left again.
Nothing but cups of coffee, summer nights beneath the trees. Early morning memories, they're all a part of me.
And while I hear your voice in time, on the phone and in my mind, nothing can compair with the feel of your hair.
With the way your body swings, when you sing. With the way the cigarette stings, the feeling I now get, each time the telephone rings.