Could have been something great That tender affection shown Was sufficient to hush every moan But I was too eager to define
That blue jersey used to keep me warm How come a lovely memory like this Evokes the same ill as that tender kiss? Why waste my time on what will decline?
Preferred your speechless admire I know it seems ambiguous Well it is, I rarely say what I mean But surely they'll be bigger
I long for old friends, so many things done I would repeat if I just could
I act like everyone I hate And I hate them because they act like me It is so hard to prove your faith With all them marks so easy to see I run for time, I want what's mine