From the recording Bungalows and Broken Hearts

Lyrics

Elise, I can’t sleep. When the night is still I can hear you weep.
You long for a ghost who left with a kiss, a touch you can’t feel and yet you miss.
You close the door, turn out the light and wait for the one,
the one that got away. The one that got away.
Holding tight to your pain, knotted up in yesterday and the one,
the one that got away.
After the goodbyes and all those screw yous, the one who left is the one you choose.
Is it easier to remember how you’d feel by hiding your love from someone who’s real?
Look in the mirror, pretend what you’d say if you see the one,
the one that got away. The one that got away.
Holding tight to your pain, knotted up in yesterday and the one,
the one that got away.
If tears were diamonds, you’d be a queen, but the tiara you wear is just in a dream.
Under the bed you hide from the day as life becomes another cliché.
Get up, and get on your knees and pray you’ll be the one,
the one that got away. The one that got away.
Holding tight to your pain, knotted up in yesterday and the one,
the one that got away. The one that got away.
The one that got away.