[ In whispers I plant promises by
Forget-me-nots and lay lilies in my bed beside me.
You deny me, but, uh, still I remember you.]
Laundered linen sheets
Touch me their coldness
And thoughts I cant repeat
Shock me with their boldness
Why did my mind and body believe
That you would never leave them?
Now theres parts of me that ache
Or well they force me to deceive them
So come back and relieve them
Who would steal you? I still feel you
Now youre gone these are lies
It's not real this is more than I can feel
This is wrong, this is wrong , this is wrong
A bath so hot it almost scolds
And I let the warm surround me
I slide down till only my face shows
But I feel colder now
Than before you found me
When you used to pin me down
The clarity in your intent
But if your mind was somewhere else
I can better anything you can invent
I thought you understood how much you meant
Who would steal you? I still feel you
Now youre gone and these are lies
Its not real this is more than I can feel
Its all wrong
Now youre gone, I work hard to carry on
If you couldve seen, how Ive been
Then youd know how much you meant
Who would steal you? I feel you
Now youre gone, now youre gone
Now youre gone, gone, gone, gone
Dont you know how much you meant?
Who would steal you? I still feel you
Now youre gone these are lies
Theyre not real this is more than I can feel
This is wrong
This is wrong
This is wrong
...
[ In whispers I plant promises by
Forget-me-nots and lay lilies in my bed beside me.
You deny me, but still I remember you.
You couldn't have known what you mean to me.
Dreams destroyed. It seems all is lost in love, no fair.
But still, I see you there.]
Artist: September
Artist: Gentleman
Artist: Young Scooter