Think of the towns tucked into the mountains Think of the stars hiding right above your head And think of the faces that you've seen Thibk of the places you will never ever get to be Picking your hair off my clothes Wondering who needs who the most All you left here was a hole Right between my heart and my soul Think of your father as a child Think of your mother dressed in white And think of your brother by your side Think of your sister back in time Picking your hair off my clothes Wondering who needs who the most All you left here was a hole Right between my heart and my soul You'll never find it Until you stop looking And when you find it Promise you'll tell me