It must be this place we're innThe altitude and all those vanilla cola stolisnHave made your blood run thinn'Cause you're still herenMaybe your judgement's rendered clearnYou must be seeing straightn'Cause no one's recognized me in this statenI'm now living innnIt must be this town we're in tonightnWell the moon's raised up in the westnBraced on a clouded peaknWhen your words just blushed my cheeknFacing east the smooth light soothes twonNow you're saying what I want to hear from younAnd maybe all my desperate dreams of true lovenAre still coming truenn(Chorus)nOn my long ridenI'll sit back and pretendnYou're minenFixating your returnnTo the timing in mynLifennBy the time we left the crowded scenenYour hand's clenched tight in my handnWalking home we find the silent streetnConversation with a new friendnRealizing you forgot you knewnNow I'm saying words I want to hear from younWake me up or my desperate dreams of true lovenMay still be coming truenn(Chorus)nnThis time I won't obsess againnDelaying wide awake lying in your bednThe sound of your machine pumping my thin framenHow's a brother suppose to sleep lying next to younThis time I won't obsess again