I walk across Storrow to the water.
I thought Ià  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â'd watch Boston wipe the sleep from ità  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â's eyes.
And as the sun goes down over Cambridge
I look around and find that there is no one I can share this with.
IÃ Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â've got your number in my pocket
But I donà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â't think I can call it ever.
Because I feel like IÃ Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â'd start to frequent
These walks alone at the break of morning if I did.
This all starts to feel so typical
There are things that I hope and the things that I know.
When ità  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â's you and the city at 5am
These thoughts tend to flutter and thereà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â's no way to stop them
IÃ Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â'm just waiting for the sun to come up.
IÃ Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â'm not sure what exactly happened
It seemed alright and then it vanished with those words.
I remember how your body felt
And how hours later I could still smell your skin.
IÃ Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â've got your number in my pocket
But Ià  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â'll never call it, because I donà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â't think that I should.
I couldnà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â't stand to start to frequent these walks alone at the break of morning
While everything sleeps.
This all starts to feel so typical
I wanted to stay but I knew I should go.
And when ità  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â's you and the city at 5am
These thoughts tend to flutter and thereà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â's no way to stop them.
IÃ Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â'm just waiting for the sun to come up.