She sits quiet, in the shadow of the sun. She looks tired, a life that’s come undone. She turns, turns, turns, turns.
She likes hockey, and summers by the lake. We’re not talking, victims of my mistakes. I burn, burn, burn, burn.
If you walk out that door, I just don’t know what I’d do. I’ll never get over you. If my heart hits this floor, I just don’t know what I’d do. I’ll never get over you.
In this silence, but it’s never been so loud. I try and fight it, but the words just don’t come out. I burn, burn, burn, burn.
If you walk out that door, I just don’t know what I’d do. I’ll never get over you. If my heart hits this floor, I just don’t know what I’d do. I’ll never get over you.
There’s no hiding, from your silence. There’s no hiding.
If you walk out that door, I just don’t know what I’d do. I’ll never get over you. If my heart hits this floor, I just don’t know what I’d do. I’ll never get over you.
Don’t you go. Don’t you go. Don’t you go. Don’t you go.
