Oh how you miss what you had before. Oh how you miss what you had before. You've had bad turns, I've had some too. But the tide come high when it comes for you. How can you turn a darkest night? When worries come low when it all pass through. You leave such a space when you're not around. Trouble come high when it comes for you. Oh let her talk, let her talk for you. Of how you want it all back. You stepped in to a hall. Make out the blues. But things doesn't mean much at all.
