Incomplete

We got 140 stations on satellite beaming on down to our home — but I’m watching
you
I’ve got half a million bills to pay, you never hear a word I say — I dream of
you
Oh I feel so incomplete, Oh, Oh, it seems so incomplete
If we could only close the distance
If we could only cross these lines
If we could only fill the space that’s grown between us over time
You don’t hear me anymore, you don’t touch me anymore, you don’t know me anymore
There’s a wedding dress in a suitcase full of memories in the attic — I think
of you
Where the ghosts of Summer butterflies they gather in the dust — I long for you
Oh I feel so incomplete, Oh, Oh it seems so incomplete
If we could only bring those days back when there were never wounds to heal
When everything was perfect and the dream we had was real
You don’t hear me anymore, you don’t touch me anymore, you don’t know me anymore
Oh I feel so incomplete, Oh, Oh it seems so incomplete
When there were never any questions over who or what we were
And the future only promised all the answers to our prayers
You don’t hear me anymore, you don’t touch me anymore, you don’t know me anymore
Dick, Antwi, Millet
(Fishy Music Ltd, Rondor Music Publishing/Marc Sher, Frontburner Music/IRS
Songs)