Letras

You're trying to reach me You're bringing me back from the dead Do we speak the same language? Have I misinterpreted what you said? I start to worry when I'm getting too happy They say I'm crazy, but it doesn't distract me And if I never get to say it again I'm gonna miss you when I've gone When I'm all wrapped up and I'm looking back on my days In a hotel room with a view into outer space I'm gonna miss you when I've gone (I'm gonna miss you when I've gone) I'm gonna miss you when I've gone (I'm gonna miss you when I've gone) I'm gonna miss you when the phone don't ring And the birds don't sing In the middle of my heart, there's always a place where you land I see in the future, I see it in the palm of your hand I get so heavy with the world on my shoulder I can't help thinking what will be when we're older And if I never get to say it again I'm gonna miss you when I've gone When I'm all wrapped up and I'm looking back on my days In a hotel room with a view into outer space I'm gonna miss you when I've gone (I'm gonna miss you when I've gone) I'm gonna miss you when I've gone (I'm gonna miss you when I've gone) I'm gonna miss you when the phone don't ring And the birds don't sing When I'm winding down and I'm staring into the fire Getting hot in here and the smoke is burning my eyes I'm gonna miss you when I've gone (I'm gonna miss you when I've gone) I'm gonna miss you when I've gone (gone, gone, gone) I'm gonna miss you when the phone don't ring And the birds don't sing And I'm feeling alive I've got my eyes open wide And I'm ready to fly, I'm ready to fly You gotta go where you gotta go You see the light, then you know you're ready to fly You're ready to fly 'Cause you're my A-B-C You're my ecstasy You're my higher power You're my finest hour And you're my universe And you're my magic words And I'm ready to fly I'm gonna miss you when I've gone When I'm all wrapped up and I'm looking back on my days In a hotel room with a view into outer space I'm gonna miss you when I've gone (I'm gonna miss you when I've gone) I'm gonna miss you when I've gone (gone, gone, gone) I'm gonna miss you when the phone don't ring And the birds don't sing When the phone don't ring And the birds don't sing
Writer(s): Ben Mark, Gary Barlow, Howard Donald, Jamie Norton, Mark Owen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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