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I am a void |
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Lets see you try and fill me |
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And mostly I'm just annoyed |
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With the situation that never fails to find me |
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Well I shoulda known better and I did |
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I should have listened but ohh well |
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And now the memories are but the lines on my palms of my hands |
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Can you tell me this much? oh do tell... |
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Tell me was she better? |
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Was she everything and more? |
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Cause I'm still leaning out the window on the 14th story floor |
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Begging for more...always more... |
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I remember the conversations |
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Pressed up against that Canadian night sky |
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Like l could lean out my window |
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And recall what it feels like to be that high |
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Tell me me was she better? |
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Was she everything and more? |
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God I hope she pleased you |
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Was she everything you hoped for? |
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Tell me was it all there, all this time |
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Did it pick up, did it pick up, did it pick up... |
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And take flight? |
