Phantom Pain

Here's one, 1989 Looking young, tall and blonde and thin Yes my dear, almost like she's still here Yes my dear, I can still remember when I still feel, I still feel the phantom pain of losing you I still see, I still see your lovely lips it's deja vu I still feel, I still feel the phantom pain of losing you I still see, I still see your brisket hips it's deja vu And here we go we fly, back in 2009 Take my hand and cry, the first time we get high Laugh at stupid shit, wearing funny outfits Yellow submarines, we kiss the sky, and slip away And see our lives and wonder why