Besedila:
Katrina Carlson

Late nights alone in the kitchen Trying to separate fact from fiction I'm going crazy, how much more can I take It's getting dark, the walls are talking

Lost dreams, lost at sea Sailin' the land of milk and honey Lost love, afraid to say What got lost along the way Lost cause, tug of war Won the battle

Heaven knows if I were given one more day At the end of my life I'd spend it this way But Heaven comes and goes and what I'm feeling now Makes the ups

You made me smile, it took awhile to get over myself You made me want to climb a ladder Take my heart off the high shelf So what if somehow I can't

You can look at the menu But you just can't eat You can feel the cushions But you can't have a seat You can dip your foot in the pool But you can'

Can you feel it, do you feel anything Am I standing too close to you, baby I can't help it, my heart's a quiet storm So I was wondering maybe Could

Somehow, someday, somewhere, someway Sorry won't be hard to say Sometime, someplace, some stroke of grace Will stop the rain, the ash and gray and