Sometimes when I'm walking these words pop in my head. They arent music yet or a sentence that makes any sense. Its like paraphrasing feelings mixed with something you said. If only i could remember these words escaping hence.
But I'll be home soon with plenty to do to take my mind off of it. Theres nothing you can say that will change the way that i think of you. Somethings that you said are replaying in my head darling stop it. And I'll be home soon with a cresent moon that i stole for you.