The nights when all I see is dust and smoke
When it's so much overpowering--- the trace of cologne
The nights when it's cold since you've been gone
I made your side of the bed but you did not come
The nights when I almost pick up the phone
But I couldn't call you for you're already home
So I wait for the nights you're mine alone...
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 6:07 AM UTC
The nights when all I see is dust and smoke
When it's so much overpowering--- the trace of cologne
The nights when it's cold since you've been gone
I made your side of the bed but you did not come
The nights when I almost pick up the phone
But I couldn't call you for you're already home
So I wait for the nights you're mine alone...
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