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Warm breath on a winter window He writes her name, on the glass, it's Tuesday morning In a quiet little street, in a home kept tidy and neat Is a messy room where two tangled bodies wake from sleep He puts his hand on her face, and gently begins to trace The outline of her lips, she whispers good morning There's a need for spoken word but he thinks, in silence their actions are heard Share a pillow, stare so close the focus blurs Not an on the spot romantic, He found it hard to touch Couldn't measure a feeling but when asked he said, ?I love you very much? In an attempt to keep her happy, he held so much away Though he promised himself he'd tell her all of it someday Songtexte Morning light pours in through a north-facing window The silence is broken, she pushes play on the stereo And as music fills the room it fills the gaps Yet another distraction, from talking bout mishaps and things As distance grows, confusion of what to do He retreats into himself, thinks that there he'll find a clue Whilst neither one speaks up, and they both hurt inside She doesn't do much to help but he's the one that's fucked it up this time Not an on the spot romantic, He found it hard to touch Couldn't measure a feeling but when asked he said ?I love you very much? He told her his accounts of heartache, and how it made him feel Happiness in honesty, something real In a desperate search both night and day It only gets harder to find the words to say He knows in his heart, he could love her til the end If only from the start, he had been more open The image of himself in the reflection Says the clocks ticking down, if you want her, it's got to happen He looks into himself, he stares into his heart He takes his wants and needs, he splits the two apart I'll run back I'll hold you in my arms You won't leave feeling empty next time I'll tell you everything And that I want to go home And we'll walk home together next time Aus Songtexte Mania