Quiet Times

you ask me where i'd go tonight, i'd go back to today last year when we knew how to make each other and there was hope of everything i'm going to have to run away, i'm sure that i belong some other place i've seen another side of all i've seen, it keeps me wondering where my family is it's hard enough to see the world as it is and hold on anything without this quiet times, coming round here i miss you, i want you but i can't have you, even when you're here i suppose i have to take you with me broken mind i'd rather leave you here to forget everything you've seen and known, erase every idea and if you walk up in the street and hold my hand and smile well i won't be taken in, cos iknow how it turns out and it takes me back to these quiet times, coming round here i miss you, iwant you you're not coming back and i need you but i can't have you, even when you're here