I place your photograph upon this coffee table
Remembering the curves along your face
The way my fingers ran along your soft and rosy cheeks
And how they'd occupy that very space
And flow, like dew drops down a blade of grass
To hold this life
That we once had together, birds a feather
Now, cold as ice
Then I wake up, hope to see you
And I think on all we've been through and I
Turn back to the other side, straight back to the other side
And I take time just to digest but I
Can't stand what comes next so I'm
Right back to the other side, straight back to the other side
A wiser man once laid his hand upon my shoulder
Said it's you who wakes up with you in the end
I made a choice and now I'm sitting right back at this table
Wondering if I could make amends
And flow, like dew drops down a blade of grass
To hold this life
That we once had together, birds a feather
Now, cold as ice
Then I wake up, hope to see you
And I think on all we've been through and I
Turn back to the other side, straight back to the other side
And I take time just to digest but I
Can't stand what comes next so I'm
Right back to the other side, straight back to the other side
Then I wake up, hope to see you
And I think on all we've been through and I
Turn back to the other side, straight back to the other side