it's been five years coming
and one thing i can attest
is the simple songs of hope i wrote
have always been my best
it's been five years coming
i can say i always knew
i had sixty months of stale air
shoot through my lungs
when i fell in bed with you
(my fingers)
trace your back's outline
(no tattoos)
just clean skin on which i can write
(thick letters)
an x you don't have to sign
(if you've got one more year)
i will be yours my dear.
i would be yours my dear.
it's been five years coming
just a-tickin' to the day
you would corner me in kitchens
mumble words i thought you'd say
for five years coming
so fuck no, i won't resist
we lay quietly, an artifact,
observable now that we're chest to chest
(my fingers)
trace your back's outline
(no tattoos)
just clean skin on which i can write
(thick letters)
an x you don't have to sign
(if you've got one more year)
i will be yours my dear.
i would be yours my dear.
(instrumental/vocal)