It must be this place were in The altitude and all those vanilla cola stolis Have made your blood run thin Cause youre still here Maybe your judgements rendered clear You must be seeing straight Cause no ones recognized me in this state Im now living in It must be this town were in tonight Well the moons raised up in the west Braced on a clouded peak When your words just blushed my cheek Facing east the smooth light soothes two Now youre saying what I want to hear from you And maybe all my desperate dreams of true love Are still coming true Chorus On my long ride Ill sit back and pretend Youre mine Fixating your return To the timing in my Life By the time we left the crowded scene Your hands clenched tight in my hand Walking home we find the silent street Conversation with a new friend Realizing you forgot you knew Now Im saying words I want to hear from you Wake me up or my desperate dreams of true love May still be coming true Chorus This time I wont obsess again Delaying wide awake lying in your bed The sound of your machine pumping my thin frame Hows a brother suppose to sleep lying next to you This time I wont obsess again
ob, true, desperate, stolis, thin