Paint the dusty air red with your motion Brush your fingers ‘gainst a fleeting sky This is a picture of the last time This is the way to my house This is the front porch where I met you Before our time started running out What tomorrow will bring I just don't know Paint the dusty air red with your motion Brush your fingers ‘gainst a fleeting sky Night is falling here and pulling the curtain With the closing of our eyes I don't want to leave your side If I had known this was the last time I would have asked you how you felt Now I'm feeling for the first time How it feels to be without Why don't you stay? Stay?