Somethin’ bout this afternoon tells me you’re not comin’ home too soon
Words fall down like cotton weed, tell me have you lost your thing for me?
And all I want is an audience of one
To cheer me on no matter what I’ve done I don’t wanna say no so spare me the question
I don’t need no sunshine cuz I ain’t in search of truth
Oh truthTell me all about the long term cuz I value the projection
Like I listen to those weather kids prate on bout tomorrow
Stifle thoughts and stay our words
I see the embers and I know we’re good and burnedAnd all I wanted was an audience of one
To beg for more no matter what’s been done
And all I wanted was an audience of one

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