| i’ve been waiting here for you for so long
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| and it’s been several weeks since i last saw you there
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| if you had only come around again then i
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| might have said to you what i’ve been thinking of
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| she’s more than beautiful as night
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| when all of her stars are out
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| and still sometimes when it’s warm and quiet
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| i’ll get thinking about
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| summer in st. |
| claire
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| these days are getting shorter as october falls
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| and with it come the coldest memories i own
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| and like the leaves that fall from trees my dreams come slow
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| as if to say to me that i should let it go
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| she’s more than beautiful as night
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| when all of her stars are out
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| and still sometimes i wonder why
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| she was crying her eyes out
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| and i guess i’ll never know
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| lying in bed
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| wishing i was somewhere else instead
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| i’ve got to figure this one out
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| just between you and me and god
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| cuz everybody needs
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| some time to heal
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| and everybody needs
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| like everybody bleeds
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| can’t we sit and talk
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| about all that we’ve loved and lost
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| and what it’s cost
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| and i’ll put on a show for you
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| pretending not to hurt
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| like nothing’s ever wrong
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| and you’ll see right through me
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| and i’ll be there for you
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| and you’ll be there for me
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| and i’ll feign strong
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| and you’ll see right through me
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| and you’ll see right through me |