I'll think of you ,from time to time Not much else to do, can't make you mine Just destined to orbit , never to collide Not one of your secrets , just someone to confide Your like a infection in my side , you roam all the empty spaces in my mind
Your my favorite book, with all the pages worn Your my favorite pair of chinos, where only I know their torn. The calming grace of a of overcast sky, but the of passion of a thunder storm . All this winter , I've dreamt of keeping you warm.But you have a habit of being where I'm not. Being where I should be and where you are is where I'm caught .