You just went out, for a pack of cigarettes
But it’s 2 a.m and your answer machine is boring me
Blue and red lights, repaint the kitchen walls
And, who is this who turns up at our door
it’s not you. it’s not you. Why isn’t it you ?
Hey ? Why isn’t it you ?
So all of a sudden my head it fills up
with the first day we met at that first day of school
And that glitter in your eyes, and that smile, oh that smile,
and that love of the world taking over our hearts.
And now i’m knelt down my face on the ground, my tears overflow
from the cracks in the floor-boards beneath me.
Why isn’t it you ? Why wasn’t it you ?
I think about you all the time. I think about you all the time.
Where are you ?
I also hope you think about me.
Where is she ? Where is she ?
I’ve got my head stuck under the sheets
Please call me.
I’ve got my head stuck under the sheets
Please call me.
I feel my hand upon your face
Our bodies touch we’re both in space
But when i think about those days
My tears they fall but it’s okay.
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