Final Movie Scene

I’ve got this house to myself

Lonely as I’ve ever felt

The wind is screaming cross the drifts of snow

Though nobody could kiss away

All my troubles, all my pain

Or color in the blank spots in my mind

Still I am dreaming of

The kind of love

I don’t have to convince

It just pulls me in

To the place

That perfect space

Dust suspended in the beam

Of the final movie scene

Emotional growing pains

Find it hard to act my age

When tonight I feel a hundred years old

I struggle round the holidays

My family feels so far away

And home is just a picture we don’t look at

So I am dreaming of

The kind of love

I don’t have to bargain with

It just pulls me in

To the place

That perfect space

Dust suspended in the beam

Of the final movie scene

Ooh

Dust suspended in the beam

Of the final movie scene