All I was, was wanting you You were swaying too Drunk and running compassless Like headless ostriches And things are falling out of focus And things are falling out of focus ♪ Holding on to history Love, the absentee And all I was, was wanting you There was nothing to do, nothing to do And things are falling out of focus And things are falling out of focus There was nothing to do, nothing to do There was nothing to do, nothing to do There was nothing to do, nothing to do There was nothing to do, nothing to do There was nothing to do, nothing to do (All I was, was wanting you) There was nothing to do, nothing to do There was nothing to do, nothing to do (All I was, was wanting you) There was nothing to do, nothing to do