Where You’ve Always Been by Tim Bowness Lyrics

When you think about the future
There’s nothing real that you can grasp
The playthings of the present
Fading snapshots from your past

You’ll still be here tomorrow
In the places in between
In love with your own sorrow -
Where you’ve always been

All your moves are maybes
All your changes are delayed

You’ll still be here tomorrow
In the margins, barely seen
Quoting lines from books you borrowed -
The way you’ve always been

The patterns are familiar -
Why makes waves, when you can stay?
You’ll still be here tomorrow
In the places in between
In love with your own sorrow -
Where you’ve always been