Goodbye theory

I'm not scared, but I thought about it
You're right there, but won't be always
Beside you are my deepest feelings
I talk to the thought like I do the ceiling

I've gotten too used to you
Can't be something I see through
I'm too close to the truth
The sadness is simple

Clutching my gold cross
Giving a cold call
Waiting to doze off
Leave it to magic
So it doesn't happen
Don't make me imagine
First train home, I might just wait
I don't know where I would go
What comes to mind today
Is running into your arms
Running into you arms

I played house
I played emergency
Crash out
Over little things
Remember
Happy to have it
It hurts
Then I let good vanish

I've gotten too used to you
Can't be something I see through
I'm too close to the truth
The sadness is simple

Clutching my gold cross
Giving a cold call
Waiting to doze off
Leave it to magic
So it doesn't happen
Don't make me imagine
First train home, I might just wait
I don't know where I would go
What comes to mind today
Is running into your arms
Running into your arms
Running into your arms
Running into your arms

Running into you arms
Running into your arms
Running into your arms
Running into your arms