five o'clockni don't know what to donit's much to late to callnand it's too soon to go and see younif i arrivednwith a suitcase at your doornwould you throw your arms around menwould we make love on the floor?nndifferent livesnwe sleep in separate bedsnwe sleep in different countriesnwhile your voice plays in my headnif i had triednto be smarter than beforenwould you tell me that you miss menwould you love me even more?nnit feels rightnwon't you remember menit's alrightnjust think of menand you're always close to homennlittle liesnand feelings of regretnfrom wounds that never healnfrom memories i'd flednwindy nightnand trouble at the doornhiding in the quietni remember where you arennit feels rightnwon't you remember menit's alrightnjust think of menand you're always close to homennit feels rightnwon't you remember menit's alrightnjust think of menand you're always close to homennthink of me...