i spend nights looking for you in places
i never would have set foot in the daytime and your name makes such a sad soliloquoy in the middle of the street i might be standing right on top of you but to know that would take some intuition every story i tell myself seems like it never could have happened...

all your friends and enemies look blankly at me and i wonder what they know but I'm going to call your name...shouldn't i call your name like i'm expecting an answer?

did i make you up? someone convince me that i have then it won't feel so bad if you don't show up i could dream a pretty scene a strange girl showering you with love well, that's the best place for me to hang my imagination

you never know when you pose for a missing sign but i'm going to call your name...shouldn't i call your name like i'm expecting an answer?

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