| Dreams, that’s where I have to go,
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| To see you’re beautiful
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| Faces anymore, I stare at a picture of you,
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| and listen to the radio,
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| Hope, hope there’s a conversation,
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| we both admit we had it good,
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| but untill then it’s alienation I know,
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| that much is understood
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| and I realise,
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| If you’d ask me, how I’m doing,
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| I would say I’m doing just fine,
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| I would lie and say that you’re not on my mind
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| But I go out, and I sit down,
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| at a table set for two, and finally I’m forced to face the truth
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| Not matter what I say I’m, not over you
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| Not over you
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| Damn, damn girl you do it well,
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| And I thought you were innocent,
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| You took this heart and put it to hell,
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| but still you’re magnificent
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| I, I’m a boomerang, doesn’t matter how you throw me,
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| I turn around and I’m back in the game, even better than the old me,
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| but I’m not even close, without you
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| If you’d ask me how I’m doing,
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| I would say I’m doing just fine,
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| I would lie and say that you’re not on my mind,
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| But I go out, and I sit down
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| at a table set for two, and finally I’m forced to face the truth,
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| No matter what I say I’m, not over you
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| And if I, had the chance to renew,
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| you know there is anything, I wouldn’t do
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| I wouldn’t get back, on the right track, but only if you’d be convinced,
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| so untill then,
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| If you’d ask me, how I’m doing,
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| I would say I’m doing just fine,
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| I would lie and say that you’re not on my mind,
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| But I go out, and I sit down,
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| at a table set for two, and finally I’m forced to face the truth
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| No matter what I say,
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| I’m, not over you
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| Not over you
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| Not over you
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| Not over you |