Everyone I know says they miss you.

Everywhere I go, I hear your name.

Every other day a blindside memory.

Every time I say, it hurts the same.

Now I really don’t want to overdo it.

I want to get it all right, I want to true it up for you.

I want to say everything and mean it,

I want to open up my chest and scream it, but I grow too blue.

Is that the sizzle of the rain or bacon?

Or the crack of my little heart breaking? How could this be true?

So I go stare at the stars and shiver.

I can still feel the shape of the river that made me and you

Running through my heart

Whoa, oh. Running through my heart

Running through my heart

Whoa, oh. Running through my heart

Everyone I know says they miss you.

Everywhere I go, I hear your name.

Every other day a blindside memory.

Every time I say, it hurts the same.

Now here I ran out of words, did you notice?

I think this is your part can you show us how it should go?

I spin the dial on my soul antennae,

it’s all static then somehow Yule Brenner, is that some kind of joke?

If so, I don’t really get it.

Will it even make it through this edit? I meant to be brief.

And I see now I failed to capture

how the sound of your laughter was rapture but you better believe

Running through my heart

Whoa, oh. Running through my heart

Running through my heart

Whoa, oh. Running through my heart

Everyone I know says they miss you.

Everywhere I go, I hear your name.

Every other day a blindside memory.

Every time I say, it hurts the same.

It hurts the same

It hurts the same