What if we lived in the same town?
What would happen then?

I picture you in your black coat,
Wishing you never left.

Throat closing, waving from across the street
Heartbroken, you still got a piece of me.

I tiptoed alone to your wooden room
I felt you changing in an afternoon

We left it open
Kept the pages clean

I never wanted to let you go
I still see you coming home.

I held my breath on the river
We were supposed to be good

You were trapped in the darkness
I wanted to help you get out of that mess.

My suitcase was heavier than I thought it'd be

I looked back
and felt tears falling.

From this side  I can hold it better now.
You were wrong
You were right...

I still see you coming home