In the midst of this nothing, this miss of a life Still there's this wanting just to see you go by It's almost like lovin', sad as that is May not be cool, but it's so where I live It's like I'm your lover or more like your ghost I spend the day wondering what you do, where you go I try and just kick it but what can I do We've all got our junk, and my junk is you See us, winter walking after a storm It's chill in the wind but it's warm in your arms We stop all snow line, may not be true We've all got our junk, and my junk is you Well, you'll have to excuse me, I know it's so off I love when you do stuff that's rude and so wrong I go up to my room, turn the stereo on Shoot up some you, and the you is some song I lie back just driftin' and play out these scenes I ride on the rush of all the hopes, all the dreams I may be neglecting the things I should do We've all got our junk, and my junk is you See we still keep talkin' after you're gone You still with me then feels so good in my arms They say you go blind, maybe it's true We've all got our junk, and my junk is you Oh, it's like we stop time, what can I do? We've all got our junk, and my junk is you My junk is you, my junk is you You, you, you © HAPP-DOG MUSIC; DUNCAN SHEIK SONGS; UNIVERSAL MUSIC - CAREERS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com