Wish You Were Her - Cousteau

It’s not your style

to live and let live

the less that i need

the more that you give

On a runaway train

over and over again

I’m getting used to you

I’m getting used to you…

But I wish you were here

I wish you were her

like nobody else in the world

Wish you were here

wish you were her

wish you were here

wish you were her

You always leave

but you never go

the more that i need

the less that i know

We fell out of the sky

fighting the tears in our eyes

I’m getting over you

I’m getting over you…