I don't see you anymore
Selling magazines door to door
I though I saw you standing inside
Why don't you come and sit for a while
I would trade our memories
To remember something sweeter
Just an ordinary place
Leave behind two empty graves
Ordinary places
I don't see you anymore
Dirty magazines on my floor
The sun comes up then its down
Your time has come and its now
I would trade our memories
To remember something sweeter
Just an ordinary place
Leave behind two empty graves
Ordinary places
Ordinary places