"Living Inside" lyrics

"Living Inside"

When the leaves all start to change and the air is cool
And I'm ridin' on the bus goin' back to school
And the summer's almost gone, never seems to last too long
And the nights that were so inviting now seem so cruel
When I see you walk by and I know you're just my kind
But it's only wishful thinkin' and it's all in my mind
But if I could talk to you, maybe if you wanted me to
Maybe I could walk you home sometime

Lookin' for somebody I could be
Watchin' all 'em pass in front of me
You and I were always gonna meet
Somehow, all along
I've been livin' inside of your love

In the night, I think of your eyes and your windy hair
Just the way that you carry yourself and the clothes you wear
And even when I'm awake, there's a dream of you that don't fade
Even when you're not around me, it lingers there
But my confidence comes and goes like my sometime friends
And I never really know if I'll see 'em again
'Cause they act like a ghost, disappear if I look too close
But for all I see in you, there could be no end

Somethin' in your eyes that tells me so
Visions, I don't see how I could know
Memories of centuries ago
Somehow
All still livin' inside of your love


Writer(s): Max Christian Clarke
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