Most Of The Time
TurnoverYou won’t find me,
Because I don’t know where I am myself you see,
I’ve been waiting for so long and hoping that I’d see,
A sign to point me in the right direction,
Where I am the signs have been torn down,
No I won’t be found
Like A Whisper
Turnoverfor all this time I spent thinking about you, I was better off not thinking at all
so goodbye again, these words I never meant, I’ll get by just fine on my own
Wither
TurnoverI can’t take another let down.
Give me something solid I can feel beneath my feet.
Give me something I can stand on before you go.
