Testo By Your Side Seven Mary Three
With no word for goodbye
A Remington Rand on your birthday
Pages of games weâve been playing
Letters of lost conversations
You never think that Iâm listening
Are you listening now?
Youâre the center of the scenery
No matter where itâs taken me
It doesnât change when Iâm not there
Iâve got a suitcase and ticket
I know you can see through the patterns
Returning and leaving but outside
Thereâs just so little that matters
I canât wait to just sit still
You invent for me a usefulness
And Iâve started getting used to it
What I miss when Iâm not there
Another hope to die love song
Youâre going to get yours before to long
If you need me look to find me
Right here by your side
Little black dots on paper
Connected in your name
I float up off the sidewalk
See you through a window
Remember where to find me
You can tell me not to miss you
From now on you wonât have to
If you need me look to find me
Right here by your side