Missing?

"I wanna make up my mind

But I don't know myself
No I don't know myself"




It's been good years, good years.
A pint, a club, a bit of laugh, cold weather.
I listen to your song.
I listen to your song.

I see you, I can't touch you, but I see you.
If I listen to your song, I'm kind with you, right?
I need to believe it.
At least I believe it.

I read your book, I can hear your voice.
I remember your perfume, I can almost get your taste.
It's just what I'm missing... to get your taste.

I don't think I miss the place, no I don't.
I just want to get your taste.
One more time.

"I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
No I don't know myself"