Vietnam

You ride your bicycle
Down the hill, past my house
Where I'm creating places
You don't belong
Now I sleep alone
Trying to wipe you off my walls
And wash you off my clothes

You cross the bridge again
There is no looking back
So I float downstream
Lying in the cold
Knowing that I still need to breathe

No, I never said that we wouldn't change
No, I never thought that meant we couldn't dream

Will you think of me each time you pick up the pieces?
Do you still look for me at the window?
Will I find you in Vietnam
Or all the places we didn't get to go?



Credits
Writer(s): Eilidh O'brien
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