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?