in seven months and many ways
and every night when you played
i would say i had my doubt
and i would take the long way home and you would follow up
but i would always be alone and never seemed to be enough
i felt some kind of shift
but i know that we all drift
every night the space between
and you can change your mind
you can move away and i would never know
and i would take the long way home and would follow up
but i would always be alone and never seemed to be enough