Out of Focus

All I was, was wanting you

You were swaying too

Drunk and running compassless

Like headless ostriches

And things are falling out of focus

And things are falling out of focus

Holding on to history

Love, the absentee

And all I was, was wanting you

There was nothing to do, nothing to do

And things are falling out of focus

And things are falling out of focus

There was nothing to do, nothing to do

There was nothing to do, nothing to do

There was nothing to do, nothing to do

There was nothing to do, nothing to do

There was nothing to do, nothing to do

(All I was, was wanting you)

There was nothing to do, nothing to do

There was nothing to do, nothing to do

(All I was, was wanting you)

There was nothing to do, nothing to do