Lyrics

Picture you, picture me
This part gets better each day
See you smiling back carefree
I must be kidding myself
You're gone, and I'm alone

A whistle 'mong the breeze
A van rumbles past our street
What kind of sick disease
Can make me crumble and fall
Hello no more

I must've closed my eyes too many times
I thought that you'd be here
I must've closed my eyes
Held out my arms for you to come and wake me up
From this nightmare

From this nightmare