Now I'm missing you
I don't speak it anymore
Since you took my picture from its frame
I'm up later each night trying to write my way out of this tomb
Seems these sedatives don't work as well in these gloomy rented rooms
I'll build a brand new foundation from the bricks you threw my way
That January moon
I'll build a brand new foundation from the bricks you threw my way
I'll build a brand new foundation from the bricks you threw my way
I'll build a brand new foundation from the bricks you threw my way