Where were you
on the day
I arrived
in this city... alone,
by myself?

Every time that I look in your eyes I see
a deception of me... again.

But every now and then,
I get a little hope in my heart
that a boy like me
could meet a girl like you
and fall in love again.

I want to lay on the floor of your room and sleep,
a museum for free... alone.

All the pictures of the places we used to be,
a movie of you and me I rewind... sometimes.

'Cos every now and then,
I get a little hope in my heart
that a boy like me
could meet a girl like you
and fall in love again.

Again...

03/02/2004

Author's Note: This is a song about feeling bad and then feeling better. Click here to listen.

Posted on 04/30/2004
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