Duet In B Minor - Pacific Air
Nothing tastes the way it should when I'm alone
And all I want is one more day to lie in bed
Well nothing ever matters well nothing ever should
I never feel accomplished
I never really stood the way I thought I could
All my life I've been with people I don't know
Now all I want is one more night to spend alone
Well nothing ever matters well nothing ever should
We're opening up both eyes
But never really could the way I thought it would
I've seen the way you look at me every time I take you home
My bed creaks like a broken swing in someone else's yard
