I'm sitting at the terminal
'cause you're never gonna come.
The city lights are burning dull,
as my mind becomes undone.
Staring out the window
as if I'm gonna see you.
Looking into the blue,
reflections never find you.
I'm leavin' cause I can't let you go,
although my love you do not know.
If only I could sell my dreams.
Who could I find who would believe?
Cause everything you do
I'm try'na see right through.
This is a battle I will lose,
so, baby, what's the use?
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 9:01 PM UTC
I'm sitting at the terminal
'cause you're never gonna come.
The city lights are burning dull,
as my mind becomes undone.
Staring out the window
as if I'm gonna see you.
Looking into the blue,
reflections never find you.
I'm leavin' cause I can't let you go,
although my love you do not know.
If only I could sell my dreams.
Who could I find who would believe?
Cause everything you do
I'm try'na see right through.
This is a battle I will lose,
so, baby, what's the use?
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