Frame ghost,
left perfume on pillow Room without a halo,
losing my sleep
Almost on and off in echoes Time is passing so slow,
dragging me deep
I can't make anything out of might have
beens Will tomorrow bring all into light?
When you are near me,
when you are here I see
All that I am made of and all that I have
When you are near
Way late,
television headache Bursting into daybreak,
losing my sleep
I don't fear
anything
in this place we're in Will tomorrow bring all into light?
When you are near me,
when you are here I see
All that I am, baby, you're all that I have
You're all that I am
I can't see anything in the dark but then Your reflection
brings all into light
All that I am made of and all that I have
When you are near me,
when you are here I see All that I am,
baby,
you're all that I have
You're all that I am