Somewhere Between 7 And 5

Still I see you, in the doorway

The carpet held your eyes, you whispered goodnight

Sunday morning, like a ghost town

Apartment six is dry, what you meant was goodbye

You left, looking for yourself, and all that you can't find

In the empty rooms you wander through inside

However long you take, Just know when you arrive

I'll be waiting, somewhere between 7 and 5

Every Tuesday, there's a postcard

Scenic views disguise, the words you don't write

One in Paris, two in Norway

London looked divine, in the tear stains you provide

In the tears you cry

You left me this message yesterday evening

Gate number six at six o'five, could I be there in time

by:Jheymes