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a dozen roses in the car |
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and i don't know where you are |
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maybe i don't know what i'm doing |
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you're moving like a movie |
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you still move me |
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among the other ones |
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and twos and threes and twenty-threes |
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got to keep my conscience clean |
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but that "hurricane what's-her-name" |
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mentality was not for me |
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and never could be |
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cause it surely brings bitter things |
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and misery |
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and was it clear? |
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cause i just wrote a letter |
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a confession down the ladder |
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that things could be so much better |
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and through follow the leader |
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i met her and then another end |
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and usually a grudge |
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but i loved so much |
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the way we touched and psuedo-kissed |
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oh i already miss you singing like this |
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over the phone |
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every now and every then i tend to pretend |
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and i say |
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heaven hits me hard |
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have you ever had a heaven here |
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heaven hits me hardly |
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have you ever had a heaven here |
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im not so alone |