High, 21st of July
You know the thought is all wrong
But the feeling is right
Say, on the 19th of May
Turn it on close the door
And then set to ignore

Hey, where did you come from?
And why don't you stay where you belong?
Think, everyone that you kiss
Do they cease to exist when you stop being missed?

You live in someone else's song
Have you been there too long or not long enough?
Yes, what did you leave behind?
Another weekend expires, with no definite signs

Hey, where did you come from?
And why don't you stay where you belong?
Think, everyone that you kiss
Do they cease to exist when you stop being missed?