Tomas, when i think of you
The room starts to spin
And my world comes unglued
Like a pair of tennis shoes
I’ve worn too long
But can’t seem to lose
Like this photograph
That sits on my window pane
Right next to another photograph
That i can’t seem to put away
Tomas, when i dream of you
I wake up in a sweat and confused
Like what am i supposed to do
My life’s a mess
And i can’t seem to pick up the pieces now
And i give in again
But i’ll live, i’ll live again
Tomas, when i cry for you
It’s only when i’m drunk
Tomas, when i cry for you
It’s only for myself
Tomas, when i cry for you
I just can’t think about it
Tomas, when i cry for you
Well, i am just going to have to live
Without it now, without this now