In forty eight hours
For the first time I'll feel
The end of a story
Too good to be real
In forty eight hours
My thoughts will transcend
The line between loving
And losing a friend
In forty eight hours
I'll finally arrive
As news of the black out
Slowly subsides
I wish I'd remember
In seventeen years
I'll walk you to my car
We'll hold back the tears
You can feel it on me
You can feel it grow on
You can feel it grow on me
In forty eight hours
You'll be gone
And I'm standing alone where you belong
In a garden outside your suburban home
Where the stars all come out
And the moon's always full
Oh no
In forty eight hours
I'm in line to equate
A collection of theorems to rebuke and berate
Regarding a system of trinomial pairs
I slink through your windows
And climb down your stairs
You can feel it on me
You can feel it grow on
You can feel it grow on me
In forty eight hours
You'll be gone
And I'm standing alone where you belong
In a garden outside your suburban home
Where the stars all come out
And the moon's always full
oh oh no
oh no
Where the moon's always full
Oh no
And I am to laugh
I am to laugh
I am to laugh at you
And I am to laugh
I am to laugh
I am to laugh like hell