Need You

Postcards sent

From my brother, he said

One day you leave

But you never come back, oh

Thoughts of the days

Flowing through my mind

You and your white tee shirt

When you sound black

Oh, I used to have you

I used to want you

I used to need you

Oh, I used to have you

I used to want you

I used to need you

You're black baggy jeans

And a pair of space boots

I suppose

You kinda were cute

Oh, the smoke would be fine

And a place like this

Bring back the moments of bliss

Oh, I used to have you

I used to want you

I used to need you

Oh, I used to have you

I used to want you

I used to need you

Well my hands

Are getting torn

And my eyes are getting tired

Oh, your hands are still warm

But your eyes are lookin' wired

Oh I used to have you

I used to want you

I used to need you

Oh, I used to have you

I used to want you

I used to need you