Questions - Lost Outrider, Nick May

You used to call my phone

You used to need my when you were on your own

Every night

You used to call my name

You used to say you’d never feel the same way

Then we’d fight

But lovers drift apart

Their thoughts begin to wonder into distance

They forget their past and start again

We break each others hearts

We tell each other that they’re not the reason

But question ourselves all the same

All lovers drift apart

They suffer broken hearts the same way

Waiting to find the one they’re missing

All lovers drift apart

They suffer broken hearts the same way

Waiting to find the one they’re missing