Rick Astley. . When I come home a little late at night. And I crawl into my bed. I think of you and where you are tonight. And I wish you were here instead.
Paper towers of vogue and vanity fair. They are still standing. And the spaces in the bathroom are incredibly bare. And it's better this way. . And I don't miss the sunrise.
Astley/Roberts. . Lately I've been sleeping. Far too long in bed. I've been dreaming of you lover. Oh the things inside my head. . I don't want to wake up.
I punched the clock in at thirty-five. I thank the Lord that I'm still alive. Sometimes I find it hard to believe. That my hearts still beating. And I'm still on my feet.