Frame ghost, left perfume on pillow Room without a halo Losing my sleep Almost on and off in echoes Time is passing so slow Dragging me deep I cant make anything out of 'mightve beens' Will tomorrow bring all into light? When you are near me When you are here I see All that I am made of And all that I am [--] When you are near Waylaid, television headache Bursting into daybreak Losing my sleep I dont fear anything in this place were in Will tomorrow bring all into light When you are near me When you are here I see All that I am made of And all that I am When you are near me When you are here I see All that I am, baby Youre all that I have [--] Youre all that I am I cant see anything in the dark but then Your reflection brings all into light When you are near me When you are here I see All that I am made of And all that I am When you are near me When you are here I see All that I am, baby Youre all that I have Youre all that I am