the city is in bloom, and all the shapes that blinded us, are lit up by the moon, and left to die behind us.
The spring is comming late, but its definatly grown warmer around, but as i sit and wait, i find the bitter coldness in your eyes.
So tell me where its gone. tell me where its gone.
So i run down to the beach. Theres no one there to stop me from going down, and i sing along with the roaring waves, its telling me to go back home where i belong.
so tell me where its gone. and all i used to know. just tell me where its gone.