Lately I find that you know me better than I know myself, like a woman who's lost herself by the water's edge, her reflection was taken by the tide, I just want you around, I want you around, Seconds and hours pass slowly I move them all by myself, I can feel that I'm aging, my hair is turning black, there's a rhythm behind it that you can't know, Still, I want you around, 'cause I'm more lost than found, Shine a light on my misery, wake the child from her sleep, wipe the eyes of the dewy morning, the waters so deep.