Constantine

Oh it's different now than I remember From all the colors of September We'd fall into that same honest day Lately I bite more than I can swallow And I've sealed these senses in a bottle Then I wish I could go back that way Hang on, darling These memories, like mending a broken room In our hands, but still out of touch I think I've forgotten how to dream Without you a part of me My sweet Constantine It ain't a secret anymore Since you walked through those doors You know I struggle with being myself But maybe this is all that matters All the spots and slips and splatters From you to me to somebody else Hang on, darling These memories, like painting an empty room In our hands, but still out of touch Thought I'd forgotten how to dream Without you a part of me My sweet Constantine And I wonder now instead How you live inside my head Once a figure, now a shadow on the bed Hang on, darling These memories, oh they fill up an empty room In our hands, but still out of touch I haven't forgotten how to dream Without you a part of me My sweet Constantine