It's only been a week the rush of being home and rapid fading failing to recall what I was missing all that time in England
Has sent me aimlessly on foot or by the help of transportation to knock on windows where a friend no longer live, I had forgotten
and everywhere I go there's always something to remind me of another place and time where love that travelled far had found me
We stayed outside till two waiting for the light to come back we didn't talk I knew until you asked what I was thinking until you asked what I was thinking
brave men tell the truth the wise man's tools are analogies and puzzles a woman holds her tongue knowing silence will speak for her
brave men tell the truth the wise man's tools are analogies and puzzles a woman holds her tongue knowing silence will speak for her
and everywhere I go there's always something to remind me of another place and time where love that travelled far had found me