It's all like a deja-vu
And it's all an illusion.
But sometimes I feel you
Through all the confusion.
.
It doesn't always make me feel sad,
But it never really makes me feel glad,
Cause all the good times we had
Could never be bad.
Our friends don't ask anymore
But they think about it, I'm sure.
Now it's just down to me.
Is this paper, all I've got,
All I've got to keep you with me?
Keep you from fading away?
Cause this paper's not enough,
Not enough to bring you to me.
And nothing will take you away
And I can't help tracing these
Outlines of you.
But is this paper, all I've got,
It's not just the quiet times
Not just at the end of the night
They can get me when I'm feeling fine
Even when I'm feeling bright
It doesn't always come to me clear,
It doesn't always make you feel near,
Sometimes it gives me the fear
That you were never here.
Outlines of you...