Lletres: Phil Vassar. Prayer Of A Common Man. Around Here Somewhere.

What's become of our two hearts
Lately we just play the parts
We say the lines but there's no spark
We never miss a cue
But it's a passionless walk-through
"I Love You" doesn't mean so much when there's no fire behind it
It was just here, I know it was, it must be hiding

Behind the door, inside the house
Between the pillows on the couch
Under the bed, up on some shelf
Behind these walls we built ourselves
It didn't vanish in thin air
It's got to be round here somewhere

It ain't like we don't talk
It ain't like we don't walk the walk
We see our friends, we fool them all
We edit everything we say
I hate to think of us this way
The love we made was strong
Remember just how sweet it tasted
It's not really gone
We've only carelessly misplaced it

Behind the door, inside the house
Between the pillows on the couch
Under the bed, up on some shelf
Behind these walls we built ourselves
It didn't vanish in thin air
It's got to be round here somewhere

Well, it can't be gone
It can't be gone, it's just

Behind the door, inside the house
Between the pillows on the couch
Under the bed, up on some shelf
Behind these walls we built ourselves

Under the sun, behind the moon
From January until June
A promise made, a promise kept
Baby let's retrace our steps
Somewhere between hope and despair
It's got to be round here somewhere
It's got to be here somewhere