Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick?. and think of you. caught up in circles. confusion is nothing new. Flashback. warm nights. almost left behind. suitcases of memories?.
See sometimes you picture me I'm walking too far ahead. You're calling to me, I can't hear what you say. Then you say go slow and I fall behind. The second hand unwinds.
Time after time, I tell myself that I'm. So lucky to be loving you. So lucky to be the one you run to see. In the evening, when the day is through. . I only know what I know, the passing years will show.
Lying in my bed. I hear a clock ticking and I think of you. Caught up in circles. Confusion is nothing new. Flashbacks, warm nights. Almost left behind.