Undone - Bush

The way we feel, the way we slide

The galaxy is so dark and wide

Your open arms are mine tonight

And I wait

Till the morning after

On my grave

Nothing really matters

Undone in a thousand places

Undone from you

Undone, the ground is breaking

Undone and the mind plays tricks on you

Truth is I feel you near

A ghost in black who disappeared

I put Berlin eyes in my love A.I.​

And mirrors on my ceiling

And I wait

Till the morning after

On my grave

Nothing really matters

Undone in a thousand places

Undone from you

Undone, the ground is breaking

Undone and the mind plays tricks on you

The mind plays tricks on you

All that I know is the way it feels

All that you say, I’ve heard it all before

Undone in a thousand places

Undone from you

Undone, the ground is breaking

Undone and the mind plays tricks on you

Undone, undone

Undone and the mind plays tricks on you

The mind plays tricks on you