Laying here...
In someone else's bed,
I think of you;
Thoughts of us dancing in my head.
I don't pay attention
To this new type of touch,
I reminisce in our old type of love.

When I hear his voice,
It sounds all wrong.
I close my eyes,
And sometimes it takes me home.
Where the sun is bright,
The sand is warm,
Your eyes are shining-
And my heart is whole.

Bring me back to you.
Take me down to the clear, deep blue.
Make me feel how I used to.
I just miss you.