In the morning I look out the window
See the traffic drifting below
All alone and feeling so apart

With my coat and boots in the winter
Crossing the plaza where in the summer
You held my hand and in it was my heart

The streets they have a history
Puts me in a day dream
Walking through the memories
Keeps my mind wandering

All that I can tell you
Is that I still want to
Hold your body close to
My heart beating, feel it beating

On the train I keep my eyes closed
As the [bad word] past the windows
Im in motion but keeping very stil

In the streetlights I watch my shadow
Pass the door where so long ago
We were here, our [bad word] filled