Every Time - The Last Bison

Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh

Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh

Morning of it all

I fall

A storm through a quiet hall

It’s my fault

These paintings on the wall

I thought

Signified the cold

Line on

Every time I look back

Every time I look back

You were standing there

Casually aware of me

Every time I look back

Every time I look back

You were waiting there

Holding out your hand for me

Every time I look down

Every time I look down

You were sitting there

Waiting on the floor for me

Every time I look down

Every time I look down

You were waiting there

Opening the door for me

Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh

Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh

Comes in like a tide

Low, high

Standing out of sight

Day and night

You’re well in morning time

Alright

Then you’re out of line

So hold tight

Every time I look back

Every time I look back

You were standing there

Casually aware of me

Every time I look back

Every time I look back

You were waiting there

Holding out your hand for me

Every time I look down

Every time I look down

You were sitting there

Waiting on the floor for me

Every time I look down

Every time I look down

You were waiting there

Opening the door for me

Every time I look

Every time I look (back)

Every time I look back

Every time I look back

You were standing there

Casually aware of me

Every time I look back

Every time I look back

You were waiting there

Holding out your hand for me

Every time I look down

Every time I look down

You were sitting there

Waiting on the floor for me

Every time I look down

Every time I look down

You were waiting there

Opening the door for me

Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh

Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh

Oooh, woah-oh, woah-oh