All I was, was wanting you
You were swaying too
Drunk and running compassless
Like headless ostriches
And things are falling out of focus
And things are falling out of focus
Holding on to history
Love, the absentee
And all I was, was wanting you
There was nothing to do, nothing to do
And things are falling out of focus
And things are falling out of focus
There was nothing to do, nothing to do
There was nothing to do, nothing to do
There was nothing to do, nothing to do
There was nothing to do, nothing to do
There was nothing to do, nothing to do
(All I was, was wanting you)
There was nothing to do, nothing to do
There was nothing to do, nothing to do
(All I was, was wanting you)
There was nothing to do, nothing to do
