Ready? Staring cross the water at my lonely reflection Sharing a distant memory, without the thing I need My coffee table, looks sort of gloomy It ran away, like the lonely summer breeze Staring cross the water at what might be But the only thing that is real is right in front of me Staring cross the water at my lonely reflection Sharing a distant memory, without the thing I need Staring cross the water at what might be But the only thing that is real is what's right in front of me Staring cross the water at what might be But the only thing that's real is what's right in front of me