מצאתי את השיר הזה בתיקייה ישנה במחשב ושיפצתי אותו קצת...
שכחתי ממנו.




I've been thinking of leaving this town.
Nothing here seems to be,
My cup of tea.
But something inside just won't let go,
The sound of your voice still singing in my ears,
Your talent fading into cries of fear and anger.

So I wash my face and go to sleep,
Cause there's nothing else left to do,
But even that doesn't cut it,
Cause all my dreams are about you.

All my nights become days,
And my days turn to nights,
My memories are vague,
And my eyesight - bleary.
I guess it's hard to see trough the curtain of tears,
I'm sure you know that by now.

So I wash my face and go to sleep,
Cause there's nothing else left to do,
But even that doesn't cut it,
Cause all my dreams are about you.