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Samstag, 10. März 2012

Fish


We got 140 stations on satellite beaming on down to our home 
But I'm watching you
 I've got half a million bills to pay
You never hear a word I say 
I dream of you

Oh it feels so incomplete
Oh it seems so incomplete
 If we could only close the distance
 If we could only cross these lines
 If we could only fill the space that's grown between us over time

You don't hear me anymore
You don't touch me anymore
You don't know me anymore

There's a wedding dress in a suitcase full of memories in the attic
I think of you
Where the ghosts of Summer butterflies they gather in the dust
I long for you

Oh it feels so incomplete
Oh it seems so incomplete
If we could only bring those days back
When there were never wounds to heal
When everything was perfect and the dream we had was real

But you don't hear me anymore
You don't touch me anymore
You don't know me anymore

Oh it feels so incomplete
Oh it seems so incomplete
When there were never any questions over who or what we were
And the future only promised all the answers to our prayers

You don't hear me anymore
You don't touch me anymore
You don't know me anymore


Oh I feel so incomplete without you..