I haven’t been this close,
To tears in four years.
It’s strange, we’re all home,
But Elle’s gone and I feel so alone.

The fashion industry calls.
Inquisitive minds need to know.
Now you live 3000 miles away,
And a camera full of pictures of you,
Is all that I have to show.

Your bags are packed,
I can see it now.
Waiting at terminal 5.
This plane will bore you away.
Thank god that you,
Heard my last call.

The fashion industry calls.
Inquisitive minds need to know.
Now you live 3000 miles away,
And a camera full of pictures of you,
Is all that I have to show.

It’s cold enough to die today.
I think it’s cold enough to die today.
Your picture finds its way to my hand,
Every fucking time I look at the clock.


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