I start to write this down as a letter Despite I know I probably better not think Or do a thing about it It’s funny and scary how Everything can be quickly upside down And I wonder If this is the way it should have always been
The way you used to call me every night I’m still awake Is it my fault? I guess things really had to change So let’s make it through the dust and make it settle Holding hands
Now I understand How it must have felt to be the only one home And I was always gone
The way you used to call me every night Am I awake? It’s not my fault I guesss things really had to change And they definitely have The way you used to call me every night I’m still awake It’s not my fault I guesss things really had to change So let’s make it through the dust and make it settle Holding hands
The way you used to call me every night I’m still awake Is it my fault? I guesss things really had to change And they definitely have
The way you used to call me every night I’m still awake Is it my fault? I guess things really had to change
