tell me what you thought about when you were gone

and so alone

the worst is over

you can have the best of me

we got older

but we're still young

we never grew out of this feeling that we wont give up



here we lay again

on two separate beds

riding phone lines

you hear a familiar voice

and pictures drawn from memory

we reflect on miscommunications

and misunderstandings

and missing each other too

much to vow to let go



turn our music down

and we whisper