Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh Morning of it all I fall A storm through a quiet hall It's my fault These paintings on the wall I thought Signified the cold Line on Every time I look back Every time I look back You were standing there Casually aware of me Every time I look back Every time I look back You were waiting there Holding out your hand for me Every time I look down Every time I look down You were sitting there Waiting on the floor for me Every time I look down Every time I look down You were waiting there Opening the door for me Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh Comes in like a tide Low, high Standing out of sight Day and night You're well in morning time Alright Then you're out of line So hold tight Every time I look back Every time I look back You were standing there Casually aware of me Every time I look back Every time I look back You were waiting there Holding out your hand for me Every time I look down Every time I look down You were sitting there Waiting on the floor for me Every time I look down Every time I look down You were waiting there Opening the door for me Every time I look Every time I look (back) Every time I look back Every time I look back You were standing there Casually aware of me Every time I look back Every time I look back You were waiting there Holding out your hand for me Every time I look down Every time I look down You were sitting there Waiting on the floor for me Every time I look down Every time I look down You were waiting there Opening the door for me Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh