No, I'll never get used to silence. Something in the way she moves. Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new. Seems to me that when I die, these words will be written in my stone. I wanna live a life from a new perspective, you come along because I love your face. I can't live without you half the day. Have you got colour in your cheeks? It's like you're my mirror, my mirror staring back at me.