What Nora Thinks

Oh how i long to be wrong again
To have your hand on mine
Knowing that your eyes are always on me
You’re so dear and so precious
But i know not to wrong you again

A glimpse of the past knocked on my door last night
It showed me a glimpse of the future that will never be ours
And i wonder why this self-inflicted emptiness
Hurts last night

Oh how i long to be wrong again
To be gullible enough to believe
Your whispers of eternal promises and sweet nothings
You make me laugh you make me cry
But i am tired of being wrong again

A glimpse of the past came through the window tonight
It showed me a glimpse of the future that will never be ours
And i wonder why this self-inflicted nothingness
Aches tonight

Cold shoulders
and cold fingers
Oh how i long to be wrong again