My eyes are
So bleary
I guess I'm young, but I feel so weary
I've tried to express it, but I think it's all (a bore?)
It's at the heart of me
A very part of me
Speak slowly, I can't hear you
My mind keeps spinning closer and closer
To the rain on the roof
And the rain in my head
And the things that you said
Keep on taking further ahead
And it just gets so foggy
It's nowhere in here
And it's everywhere else
That I don't want to be
But I'm stuck here
Getting misty over you
I'm alone, on a bicycle for two.
Speak slowly, I can't hear you
My mind keeps spinning closer and closer
To the rain on the roof
And the rain in my head
And the things that you said
Keep on taking further ahead
And it just gets so foggy
It's nowhere in here
And it's everywhere else
That I don't want to be
But I'm stuck here
Getting misty over you
I'm alone, on a bicycle for two.
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