Everything but The Girl - Imagining America lyrics

The things we have

In common are

Feelings we repress

I find you in the darkness

Where lightness means less

Times when we're

In need of touching

Are when tears

Could get there before

We are walking with pain

When we've seen

People we adore

The things we're

Calling secrets

Are usually the way in

We go to sleep

With the knowledge

That each mind has sins

Times when we are lifted

The fall feels so high

We cry over beauty

It hurts to smile

My way is your way

Your way is mine

My way is your way

Your way is mine