The cracks in my skin are like cracks in the floor Been waiting all year, I'll be waiting some more I sit here and think of the summer we had The winter is cold, the winter is black
And I, I'm haunted And I, I want you Hundreds of miles of falling apart
I'd give anything to go back to the start Hundreds of miles but less than a day To just hear your voice, to just see your face
And I, I'm haunted And I, I want you You're in my head I can't escape it
My mind's eye has left me dry The sun can (will) rise on new tomorrows But can I stand another day?