Stories
Come and go
Things I
Don't wanna know

I see you
In myself
Drifting by
No need for help

Heavy sighs
With no chance
To say goodbye

I painted a picture
Of your love
Still pick up the pieces
Twelve years on

How do you live with that
A fleeting feeling
That you're not coming back

If you can hear me
Show me a sign
If you can hear me
Just blink twice

I painted a picture
Of your love
Still pick up the pieces
Twelve years on

How do you live with that
A fleeting feeling
That you're not coming back