Your letter came yesterday. You're flying home for Christmas. Could you stop to see me smile. . Sat down to remember. All the pain we shared. And I drifted to times not so hard.
Fly inside. Feel me dealing. Holding on to a story just told. About a man who's the life of a funeral. Grabbing on to a woman who's soul. He just stole for a dream he don't believe in.
The way your hair swings over your eyes. The motor in my head turns. Wanting you for such a long time. In my mind, a heart, a lesson to learn. . Do do do.