F.L.Y.

Feels like yesterday, feels like years ago

When I hear you on my radio

I can’t tune you out, I can’t change my tune,

I can’t see that changing anytime soon

On the other side of every street

I swear I see you and I skip a beat

When I look again it is never you

It’s a dream that’s never coming true

It feels like yesterday that you were here

And it feels like years that you’ve been gone

I can picture you so vividly

Yeah I can feel you breathing next to me

On that fire escape, in the summer heat

Seven stories from the street

And then he real world starts to look so strange

Like a painted backdrop on a stage

And this bowl of fruit isn’t edible

This world is two dimensional

It feels like yesterday that you were here

And it feels like years that you’ve been gone

Feels so far away and yet so near

And it feels like years that you’ve been gone