Текст East 17 – Lately

Lately, I have had the strangest feeling
With no vivid reason here to find
But yet the thought of losing you keeps hanging
’round my mind

Far more frequently you’re wearing perfume
With you say no special place to go
And when I ask will you be coming back soon
Don’t know, never know

Well, I’m a man of many wishes
I hope my premonition misses
What I really feel my eyes won’t let me hide
‘Cause they always start to cry
‘Cause this time could mean goodbye

Lately I’ve been staring in the mirror
Very slowly picking me apart
I’m trying to tell myself and I have no reason
with your heart

Just the other night while you were sleeping
I vaguely heard you whisper someone’s name
But when I ask you of the thoughts your keeping
You just say nothing has changed

Well, I’m a man of many wishes
I hope my premonition misses
What I really feel my eyes won’t let me hide
‘Cause they always start to cry
‘Cause this time could mean goodbye