Paroles: Rustic Overtones. Slowly.

The distance that distance can make
The voices keep talking away
I confess about this I'm not sane
but these edges don't seem quite as frayed

That night I cried next to you
I didn't mean to make you worry
What my disturbing conscience can do
from you I withdrew and I'm sorry
I live with this... slowly

I swear that I knew you well
There were nights that I cried like hell
Never said a word but you could probably tell
The words you left out were the ones that I felt

That night I cried next to you
I didn't mean to make you worry
What my disturbing conscience can do
from you I withdrew and I'm sorry
I live with this.... slowly

You have my favorite face and my favorite smile
in my favorite place in my favorite time