It's only been a week, the rush is being home and rapid fading, failing to recall what I was missing all that time in England. Something in the sleep unfollowed by the help of transportation to knock on windows where a friend no longer live I have forgotten. And everywhere I go there's always something to remind me of another place and time of a love that travelled far to find me. I stayed outside 'til two, waiting for the light to come back, but but in the talk I knew until you've asked what I was thinking, until you've asked what I was thinking. Brave men tell the truth the wise man's tools are analogies and puzzles. The woman holds her tongue, knowing silence will speak for her. Brave men tell the truth the wise man's tools are analogies and puzzles The woman holds her tongue, knowing silence will speak for her, will speak for her. And everywhere I go there's always something to remind me of another place and time, but love that travelled far would find me
