Take Me Back

Sick and tired of the billboards
I found a salesman in my tea
I miss the simple things
The park, the swings
Our tiny bedroom, you and me

Take me back, to when I had a pulse
Inside your arms on a winter's night
Take me back, to lying next to you
And feeling life might turn out fine

White noise, mind a snowstorm
Starving heart, begging to be fed
Our clothes hung on the chair
You brushed your hair
Sunset from our window, paradise

Take me back, to when I had a pulse
Inside your arms on a winter's night
Take me back, to lying next to you
And feeling life might turn out fine

Take me back