I'm nothin' without you. A crumblin' statue without you. I'm no one, just someone lost in the moment. Searching for something. . Life's nothing without you.
Yeah, mmm, yeah. She's just minding her own business. Come on, ooh. . She wandered by, taking her time. She'd stop to window shop. Saw his reflection in the glass.
Cooking you breakfast. On a Sunday morning. I should have seen this comin'. Even without warning. . But you look so good. There Standing in my kitchen.
It took about a dozen quarters, half an hour, two minutes. Twenty seven seconds to get through to you. And before I even had the chance to finish half a sentence.