Where is my darling?
My heart is still wandering
If I can come home in your arms
A pillow left empty
A seat with no meaning
A towel that hangs on the floor
I cannot wrestle
The way that you make me
Feel when I am alone
And when we’re together
We listen in silence
A song that comes from the core

And I have that dream
It was a good dream

Painting in your bedroom
Impressing the flowers
Collecting what we could afford
Swimming for hours
A red cup-built tower
Junkyard museums we’ve explored
Cherished the lighting
There’s nothing more exciting
Than watching the waves on the shore
I can’t call my new friend
She’s sick of me talking
Bout things that don’t add up and more