Yet
Saturday, November 13, 2010 7:48 PM
Be a hundred percent when I'm with you and then
A perfect heart's length away
And I knew the odds were I'd never win
Yet here I am
There may well be others but I still like to pretend
You've got a schedule to stick to
Got a world to keep sweet
You're so much to everyone all the time
Will you ever slow down?
You know you'll never be lonely, no you'll always be loved
And maybe you never need more than that
But for the surplus that loves, what's to become of us?
Does it even register on your conscience?
Long for one last showdown from a box in a crowd
Air compressed tight to explode
I'm clenching my ticket to the only way out
As you disappear in a puff of smoke
Saturday, November 13, 2010 7:48 PM
Be a hundred percent when I'm with you and then
A perfect heart's length away
And I knew the odds were I'd never win
Yet here I am
There may well be others but I still like to pretend
You've got a schedule to stick to
Got a world to keep sweet
You're so much to everyone all the time
Will you ever slow down?
You know you'll never be lonely, no you'll always be loved
And maybe you never need more than that
But for the surplus that loves, what's to become of us?
Does it even register on your conscience?
Long for one last showdown from a box in a crowd
Air compressed tight to explode
I'm clenching my ticket to the only way out
As you disappear in a puff of smoke