fast foward

It's been a long day at the bottom of the hill, she died of a broken heart. She told me i was living in the past, drinking from a broken glass. I'm alone, I never wanna be alone, now i turn to face the cold. I'm alone, I never wanna be alone, now i turn to travel home. I walked down to the other end of the day, just to catch those last few waves. I held out my hand and slowly waved goodbye, i turned now my eyes up to the sky. I'm alone, I never wanna be alone, now i turn to travel home. She'll come back to me All alone in this misery.