Twelve Years

Stories

Come and go

Things I

Don’t wanna know

I see you

In myself

Drifting by

No need for help

Heavy sighs

With no chance

To say goodbye

I painted a picture

Of your love

Still pick up the pieces

Twelve years on

How do you live with that

A fleeting feeling

That you’re not coming back

If you can hear me

Show me a sign

If you can hear me

Just blink twice

I painted a picture

Of your love

Still pick up the pieces

Twelve years on

How do you live with that

A fleeting feeling

That you’re not coming back