Tell me what you thought about when you were gone and so alone
The worst is over
You can have the best of me
We got older, but we're still young
We never grew out of this feeling that we won't give up Here we lay again
On two separate beds, riding phone lines
To meet a familiar voice and pictures drawn from memory
We reflect on miscommunications and misunderstandings
And missing each other too.
much to have had to let go
Turn our music down and we whisper,.