High, 21st of July

You know the thought is all wrong

But the feeling is right

Say, on the 19th of May

Turn it on close the door

And then set to ignore

Hey, where did you come from?

And why don't you stay where you belong?

Think, everyone that you kiss

Do they cease to exist when you stop being missed?

You live in someone else's song

Have you been there too long or not long enough?

Yes, what did you leave behind?

Another weekend expires, with no definite signs

Hey, where did you come from?

And why don't you stay where you belong?

Think, everyone that you kiss

Do they cease to exist when you stop being missed?