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 won't give up



Here we lay again

On two separate beds, riding phone lines

To meet a familiar voice and pictures drawn from memory

We reflect on miscommunications and misunderstandings

And missing each other too...

much to have had to let go

Turn our music down and we whisper,