Still I see you, in the doorway The carpet held your eyes, you whispered goodnight Sunday morning, like a ghost town Apartment six is dry, what you meant was goodbye You left, looking for yourself, and all that you can't find In the empty rooms you wander through inside However long you take, Just know when you arrive I'll be waiting, somewhere between 7 and 5 Every Tuesday, there's a postcard Scenic views disguise, the words you don't write One in Paris, two in Norway London looked divine, in the tear stains you provide In the tears you cry You left me this message yesterday evening Gate number six at six o'five, could I be there in time by:Jheymes