Words and music by Gaëtan Bouchard

I heard you tiptoeing in late that night, 
As if you were a thief sneaking in 
Another arrival later than expected, 
But this time, I was listening. 

You can't have stopped buying milk again 
This excuse has become predictable.
Is that cigarette I smell on you.
as you crawl into our bed

Thinking of you
Wondering what it is that you are up to
What the hell is going on in your head
I’m left with the things you have not said

Thinking of you 
Drives me crazier every day 
Suspicious so I might find the truth 
That your phone hasn't revealed me yet

My mind was racing, too much to bear, 
Investigate just to show I care. 
I followed you late into the night, 
Wondering where you were going, out of sight. 

Is it too much to know where the hell you are going
I think I have lost my mind
Now I know the truth and you had nothing to hide
What a fool I make

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Thinking of You

Music producer, composer, sound engineer. Lead singer for Arrivals