I take a walk down Bristol, inside I'm feeling broken and bitter,
If I could whistle, I might be outside your window,
I'll get you back, friends say I can't be so wishful,
I dream of our initials on a willow,
I find myself waking thinking you're my pillow,
Trying to forget, taking zanies by the fistful,
I'm a rolling stone, going down hill slow,
Without you there is nothing I miss more,

Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Cut by your thorns,
Where did you go?

I tried other girls, nothing was as real though, so I look at my reflection,
Wonder where did all the thrill go? I walk down this still road, hoping that he shows,
Because your love is something that I would kill for
I tried other girls, nothing was as real though, so I look at my reflection,
Wonder where did all the thrill go? I walk down this still road, hoping that he shows,
Because your love is something that I would kill for