Every time I see you I got that feeling that I've seen you before
And each time I try to talk to you I just get the feeling that I'm being a bore
And I'm sitting down with my hands on my head
And all I'm thinking about is a shadow falling over my mind
And I feel if I get to talk to you
Like something's gotta, like the suns gotta shine

It's always been so difficult to talk to you in my small dark place
And everything I feel so strange about keeps on changing its shape
One day I might open my eyes and decide that I am dead
Until that day I'll just try and dream of you inside my head

You were soiled
You are now
I want you
To feel real blue

All my life I'm beginning to feel like
I'm running to where nothing really exists
And I, write a thought of mine on my t-shirt instead
I feel like a child, I put pen to paper and I'm beginning to cry
And all you can do is absorb my tears when I do not say bye bye

You're so good
You are mine
I'm so bad
When I don't shine

You're so fine out of time
You're so cruel to this fool
I want to talk but all is blocked and I just don't know every what to say
And every night I'm dreaming, dreaming

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Writer(s): GRAHAM COXON