You give this way more thought than it deserves You say when I tell you about my fear of reajection I wouldn´t know better than to get scared ´Cause since we met we´ve had this great connection
"You know concrete colored buildings all grow stale!" You say as I look up dreaming I know better then to include the both of us But I can´t sleep... When you´re gone
And you say "what´s another day?"
This stage of oblivion I find comfortable And prior to this I never spoke You say you understand my bsence now And why I never tell jokes
You know...
Whats another day? When we´re already getting used to gray What´s another day? If inspiration grows out from this What´s another day? From silance is the next best thing to bliss And we´re all getting used to hearing you say
You know... [x2]
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