Frame ghost, left perfume on pillow
Room without a halo
Losing my sleepAlmost on and off in echoes
Time is passing so slow
Dragging me deepI cant make anything out of 'mightve beens'
Will tomorrow bring all into light?When you are near me
When you are here I see
All that I am made of
And all that I am
When you are nearWaylaid, television headache
Bursting into daybreak
Losing my sleepI dont fear anything in this place were in
Will tomorrow bring all into light?When you are near me
When you are here I see
All that I am made of
And all that I amWhen you are near me
When you are here I see
All that I am, baby
Youre all that I have
Youre all that I amI cant see anything in the dark but then
Your reflection brings all into lightWhen you are near me
When you are here I see
All that I am made of
And all that I amWhen you are near me
When you are here I see
All that I am, baby
Youre all that I have
Youre all that I am