mornings are empty, these halls are lonely
why are you back here? wanting to hold me
you and your wind-tousled hair, summer smile
you make me forget bout the rain for a little while

bleakness of daytime, losing my clarity
standing on tiptoes, to see you walk down to me
right through the window, you and your tattered bag
want to wave or speak but you’re giving me a heart attack

you’re asking what i’m doing back here again
i’m wondering just the same
sure you’ve grown a few inches, you’re standing even taller than you were last may
but i can still picture you, running away
alive as the day

i was waiting for you,
i was waiting for you,
didn’t know what else to do
so i just waited for you
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