Duet In B Minor - Pacific Air

Nothing tastes the way it should when I’m alone

And all I want is one more day to lie in bed

Well nothing ever matters, well nothing ever should

I never feel accomplished

I never really stood the way I thought I could

All my life I’ve been with people I don’t know

Now all I want is one more night to spend alone

Well nothing ever matters, well nothing ever should

We’re opening up both eyes

But never really could the way I thought it would

I’ve seen the way you look at me every time I take you home

My bed creaks like a broken swing in someone else’s yard