It might have been four years ago
When I grieved something I didn’t know
Stumbling down Piazza Navona
How can you be so sad?
My heart was hollow and the burn was deep
But the sun felt heavy and I was free
I found myself on a Sunday afternoon
Feeling the echoes of that pain
But I’m getting close to find out the truth now that
I’m looking back again
What is the most honest thing I could say
When you have no time to think?
I don’t know, I don’t know
I sit down in quiet bars
I work hard, I deserve red wine
Oh, I wish you were here
Oh my god, that's what it is
Do you believe in destiny, I ask?
Well, I hate to be chained down right from the start
So out of character, you know I like to fly free
Maybe I am full and hollow
But I don’t feel like a cactus tree
Can I let you know
Something before I have the last drag
And my cigarette dies
And I have to go
Cause I hate it
When I don’t have busy hands
That I like you
I like you
I like you
I like you a lot
And I’m glad you are the reason for this mess
You make me sing
Even if I only sing in dark rooms
With the windows closed
So the smoke fills the room with ghosts
And I don’t feel alone
And the limelight caged me
And I can’t see you anywhere
And I have to go
I have nowhere to be
But you make me feel like
I’m missing a part of me
And I hate that
I hate that
I hate that
I sit down in quiet bars
I work hard, I deserve red wine
Oh, I wish you were here
Oh my god, that's what it is
Do you believe in destiny, I ask?
Well, I hate to be chained down right from the start
So out of character, you know I like to fly free
I’m a whole, full, and hollow cactus tree
That is also too busy being free