Ready?
Staring 'cross the water at my lonely reflection
Sharing a distant memory, without the thing I need
My coffee table, looks sort of gloomy
It ran away, like the lonely summer breeze
Staring 'cross the water at what might be
But the only thing that is real is right in front of me
Staring 'cross the water at what might be
Sharing a distant memory, without the thing I need
Staring 'cross the water at what might be
But the only thing that is real is right in front of me
Staring 'cross the water at what might be
But the only thing that is real is right in front of me
