Sit all alone like a train on the tracks
Like a moth to a flame I keep coming back
Coming back, coming back
I look out the glass in the mountains I see
That the colors are just a reflection of me
Of me, of me
Green eyes I see blue skies
And I'm coming back
Shivering cold in the new years air
The calendar said that you can't stay there
Stay there, stay there
Thinking about all the time that I had
All the people I met oh it wasn't so bad
So bad, so bad
Green eyes I see blue skies
I'm coming back
Green eyes I see blue skies
I'm coming back
In life I find no constant
None but addiction and fear
And I'm weary from love and wanting
But it's true that I wanna be here
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