Lyrics

I thought of you in the morning, I'd never felt so cold.
I thought of hiding your pillow. I thought I'd brandish the gold.
Baby I want you with me. Kid I want you near.

It's come clear to me. It's the way things ought to be.
It's plain to see you've always been meant for me.
And it's making me crazy.

I know I'd love you in Denver. I know I'd love you in Crete.
I know I'd love you on the inbound Red Line and I'd love you where the bandits meet.
It's come clear to me. It's the way things have to be.
It's plain to see you've always been meant for me.
And this separation's killing me.