| You’re looking so fine sitting by yourself |
| Just an old mind looking down an old sealed well |
| With such a pretty face but I can tell |
| You ain’t ever gonna see for yourself, hell |
| And you don’t have to say it in words |
| I got it down for better or worse |
| I know you better than most |
| You have my love and I keep yours close |
| I can see signs I couldn’t see then, well |
| You’re only truly calm when you’re sleeping |
| And I’m outta line, I’m outta line |
| But I could watch you for through midday |
| So I’ve decided to only be your friend |
| Though I’d rather hold you close than pretend |
| Sitting here counting days, I keep my eyes on the waves |
| (Love, sweet love) |
| Singing my midnight blues, that’s how I remember you |
| (Love, sweet love) |
| Holding on to thoughts, them surround these walls |
| (Love, sweet love) |
| So throw your fear to the sky, I’ll be 'round when it dies |
| You don’t have to hide your ways with me |
| Does love tie down rather than set free? |
| There’s no country left to search or hide |
| What you’re escaping is burning on the inside |
| I’m hoping you will come out stronger |
| I’m here for a little while longer, nothing wrong but |
| Feel free to use me in any way you please |
| I still feel the need to pick you up and bring you ease |
| I’ve got so much to say |
| Write it down, don’t let it go to waste |
| What I feel won’t get me far |
| Trying to get a hold of who you are |
| All I need is the pure sunshine |
| Before the darkness clouds my mind |
| I can see I’m running out of time |
| But you can’t blame me for trying, I’m |
| Sitting here counting days, I keep my eyes on the waves |
| (Love, sweet love) |
| Singing my midnight blues, that’s how I remember you |
| (Love, sweet love) |
| Holding on to thoughts, them surround these walls |
| (Love, sweet love) |
| So throw your fear to the sky, I’ll be 'round when it dies |
| Sitting here counting days, I keep my eyes on the waves |
| (Love, sweet love) |
| Singing my midnight blues, that’s how I remember you |
| (Love, sweet love) |
| Holding on to thoughts, them surround these walls |
| (Love, sweet love) |
| So throw your fear to the sky, I’ll be 'round when it dies |