What am I doing
With these thoughts on the floor of the house
I used to sneak you into, in the middle of the night
I know Im starting I fire that I can't, can't put out
What am I doing
With these thoughts on the floor of the house?
You slipped from me
Out of my hands
So why am I holding on
I'm old enough to know young and naive
Is thinking that you're thinking of me
Two feet away you're still the one that got away
In another life it could be me
You're lying next to when you fall asleep
Two feet away you're still the one that got away
Where am I going
At this pace all the way down memory lane
Feeling the passion
And the love just as much as the pain
I head for destruction on this, nostalgia train
Where am I going
At this pace all the way down memory lane?
You slipped from me
Out of my hands
So why am I holding on
I'm old enough to know young and naive
Is thinking that you're thinking of me
Two feet away you're still the one that got away
In another life it could be me
You're lying next to when you fall asleep
Two feet away you're still the one that got away
I don't know why
You slipped from me
I don't know why
You slipped from me
I'm old enough to know young and naive
Is thinking that you're thinking of me
Two feet away you're still the one that got away
In another life it could be me
You're lying next to when you fall asleep
Two feet away you're still the one that got away