I do still sometimes put my hand across    And I feel as yours gets placed on top    We drive along these empty streets    Same old ones they’ve always been       I can still hear your heartbeat in the dark    We’re still setting up the same old sparks    Pull me close and we lay still    Wrap my toes around your heel       And we’re talking as I write this song    Unfolding as we go along    And I suppose we really do    I suppose it must be true    There will always be a place aside    For you...       I do still sometimes stare into your gaze    The way we’d stay for days and days    ‘Skuze me but this seat is taken    They’ve been a while but I’m still waiting       And if I light these matches just to watch ‘em burn    And I forget to keep myself warm    And I forgot how to sing my song    Then I suppose I really do    I suppose it must be true    But there will always be a place aside    For you