Frame ghost, left perfume on pillow
Room without a halo
Losing my sleep


Almost on and off in echoes
Time is passing so slow

Dragging me deep

I can't make anything out of 'might've beens'

Will tomorrow bring all into light?

When you are near me

When you are here i see
All that i am made of
And all that i am

When you are near

Waylaid, television headache

Bursting into daybreak
Losing my sleep


I don't fear anything in this place we're in
Will tomorrow bring all into light?


When you are near me
When you are here i see
All that i am made of

And all that i am

When you are near me

When you are here i see
All that i am, baby
You're all that i have

You're all that i am

I can't see anything in the dark but then

Your reflection brings all into light

When you are near me

When you are here i see
All that i am made of
And all that i am


When you are near me
When you are here i see

All that i am, baby
You're all that i have
You're all that i am