Late, on my own... Wondering what went wrong You were such a lover A hiding place or a shelter
Why am i here searching for your number ? Digging in the dirt, searching for the gold.
I still think of you sometimes The view from your room And the smell of the staircase And the last kiss we had And your big brown eyes Glowing in the dark...
Why am i here searching for your number ? Digging in the dirt, searching for... Why am i here searching for your number ? Digging in the dirt, searching for... the gold...