andrea corr
i get up late
make my way
down the stairs
move into the kitchen
i drink tea
read the mail
feel the cold
find myself a sweater
could there be
anybody there
anybody there to love me
now you're gone
could anybody there
anybody there to hold me
i don't look up
i hear your voice
with a smile
tell me i'm an asshole
your giving up
you wont move on
and what is life
if there's no-one there to share with
you say there'd be
and now you're gone
let anybody there
to late at night
to go to bed
so tired and numb
i won't even miss you
won't think of times
i fell asleep
and never dreamed of no more night to kiss you
give anybody there