Are you listening, to anything I'm saying? I want you to know, It's you I miss the most, and anywhere I roam, I'm out here to grow, I catch the dirt beneath my feet, I catch the dirt beneath my feet. Someone tell me how there's a use to it, running round in circles till you cant' breathe, do you need some more air? Does it matter where I place this chair? If it's gone in a year was it even there? Close my eyes till I can't look away, and I convince myself that it's ok, I really don't know, if you really don't, I wont follow anyone you know, turn around and find your own way, I see mountains in the back of the photographs you take but I ignore them anyway. Someone tell me how there's a use to it, running round in circles till you can't breathe do you need some more air, would you take it for me, my love, my love, for me