The Messenger

This time last week we were talking This time last week you were near This time last week I was on your mind How could it be that you're not here? Sat by the phone, thought of reaching you Sat as my hope turned into fear Prayed I wouldn't be the one who folded But how could it be that you're not here? So I run straight for the messenger Could it be? Dreamt we were walking through the sand A star studded wonderment calm and clear I'd carry you all the way if you'd let it go But how could it be that you're not here? So I run straight for the messenger Could it be? So I run straight for the messenger Could it be?