Incomplete - Fish

We got 140 stations on satellite beaming on down to our home — but I’m watching

you

I’ve got half a million bills to pay, you never hear a word I say — I dream of

you

Oh I feel so incomplete, Oh, Oh, it seems so incomplete

If we could only close the distance

If we could only cross these lines

If we could only fill the space that’s grown between us over time

You don’t hear me anymore, you don’t touch me anymore, you don’t know me anymore

There’s a wedding dress in a suitcase full of memories in the attic — I think

of you

Where the ghosts of Summer butterflies they gather in the dust — I long for you

Oh I feel so incomplete, Oh, Oh it seems so incomplete

If we could only bring those days back when there were never wounds to heal

When everything was perfect and the dream we had was real

You don’t hear me anymore, you don’t touch me anymore, you don’t know me anymore

Oh I feel so incomplete, Oh, Oh it seems so incomplete

When there were never any questions over who or what we were

And the future only promised all the answers to our prayers

You don’t hear me anymore, you don’t touch me anymore, you don’t know me anymore

Dick, Antwi, Millet

(Fishy Music Ltd, Rondor Music Publishing/Marc Sher, Frontburner Music/IRS

Songs)