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.
(one, two). In our endeavor we are never seeing eye to eye. No guts to sever so forever may we wave good-bye. And you're always telling me that it's my turn to move.
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.
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 time after.