Lletres: Eleven Minutes Away. Picking Up The Pieces. Awkward Silence.

another night, another fight, what could be so wrong? i wish we'd seen us, what could be between us, all along? could this be our last dance? this awkward silence, when i look in your eyes. i watched you drive out, after all we talked about, try not to cry. i thought i knew, what i felt for you, i should have known, that i'd outgrow, these feelings of fear, no longer want to hide, i wish you were here, lying by my side. i know that whatever i do, i'll do it for you