The temperatures that got displaced,
you know you only brush me up with tears of pain,
I wish it didn't have to be that way.
I think you were a dream, not that tomorrow is as big as yesterday's thoughts.
I want to let go of theis [sic] pain in my heart, but I continue to breath you in, through my guitar.
I only wanted to touch your soul, and now I dream of another day.
Temperatures that got displaced.
The temperatures that got displaced,
you know you only brush me up with tears of pain,
I wish it didn't have to be that way.
