Ben Hopkins
Ben Hopkins
Ben Hopkins
Ben Hopkins
Ben Hopkins
Ben Hopkins
Ben Hopkins
Ben Hopkins
Ben Hopkins
Ben Hopkins
Ben Hopkins
Ben Hopkins
Ben Hopkins
Every day has lost its shape
Night and morning are the same
'Cause you're always on my mind
Whenever time is passing
I wonder if you feel it too
I know that I do
Memories and visions blend
All beginnings and all ends
Form a picture in my head
Of you as I knew you
And I have to say it brings me joy and pain
Because the picture fades
Irony is like a ghost
And my body is its host
I pretend that nothing's real
Because I can't stand the fact
That I'm alive and somehow you are gone
Feels so fucking wrong
In the time between the high
Of the dark and of the night
I see you standing somewhere far away
And I wish that I could one time see your face
That'd be so great
That'd be so great