Landing on a runway in Chicago,
And Iīm grounding all my dreams of ever really seeing California,
Because I know whatīs in between is something sensual,
In such non-conventional ways.
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I canīt say.
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I canīt say.
(Tonight Iīm writing you a million miles away.)
Tonight is all about, "We miss you." (We miss you.)
"We miss you." (We miss you.)
Tonight is all about, "We miss you," now.
And I canīt forget your style or your cynicism,
Somehow it was like you were the first to listen to everything we said.
My smileīs an open wound without you...
And my hands are tied to pages inked,
To bring you back.
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I canīt say.
(Tonight Iīm writing you a million miles away.)
Tonight is all about "We miss you." (Miss you.)
"We miss you."(Miss you.)
Tonight is all about "We miss you," now.
(These friends are, new friends are golden.)
(These friends are, new friends are golden.)
These friends are, new friends are golden.
These friends are, new friends are...
(Say...)
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I canīt say
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I canīt say.
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I canīt say.
These friends are, new friends are golden.
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