Through the Pane

Simply put I'm satisfied just to hear you speak

And holding on to what you said last time, here with me

I remember listening to passing cars, on our backs staring at the stars

And I survive by these memories, these memories of youSo I'll press my face against the pane

Of the window as I watch you drive away

The glass is still stained in my bedroom

Where you wrote 'I Love You' with your lipstick

And once again I'm left here fighting tears awayThe glass is still stained in my bedroom

Where you wrote 'I Love You' with your lipstick

And once again I'm left here fighting tears awayThe glass is still stained in my bedroom

Where you wrote 'I Love You' with your lipstick

And once again I'm left here fighting tears away