Broken Beats

(ooh-ooh) Watching raindrops trace down the windowpane

Everyone left when the weather changed

Got a pocket full of thoughts I can't explain

Just another quiet night to nurse the pain

And the cold wind blows right through the floor Guess they don't

knock on this door no more

(no more, no more)

Yeah, the shadows grow and the lights burn low

I'm just waiting for the morning show

Trying to build a bridge with broken wood

I'd fix this puzzle if I only could

Every memory is fading like a ghost

The things you love are what you lose the most

(yeah, what you lose the most)

And the cold wind blows right through the floor Guess they don't

knock on this door no more (no more,

no more)

Yeah, the shadows grow and the lights burn low

I'm just waiting for the morning show

(waiting for the morning...) (hummm)