Absence makes the heart go mad |
| All the solid things become mirages |
| The certain things |
| Sand running in the hour glass |
| Running away |
I scream along the ledge |
| As the windows back and close |
| I run around try to prove the sunrise |
| I believe in belief |
| But it's proof I need |
| Can you show me it's me |
| Can you show me it's me |
Traveling makes the mind go vague |
| All the special faces fade away |
| Spinning like a heat haze |
| Shimmering |
Please send Polaroids |
| Or an ear in the post |
| A map to the treasure |
| A key to the closed |
| I need you like hell |
| Can you help me again |
| Can you show me it's me |
| Can you show me it's me |
| I run dry |
| I run out |
| I run cold |
| I need help |
| Trying to prove the sunrise |
| Trying to prove the tides |
| Trying to prove the blue moon sky |
| And is it you? |
| Is it you? |