Y In The Lines
And as the months fade out there own days.
Were waiting for it to come and fade us out.
It never works anyway.
Its not the first time but its the last time.
I do, however, wish that this could wait,
But the dawn is breaking andnd your still restless,
And my hands still trembling in yours.
So just close your eyes,
It'll hurt a bit this time.
Just a bit.
My love struck agony now dangle loosely from your wrists.
You never said you were a saint but you never said you were a liar love.
Coy, calm, and cautious you head straight for the door.
I'm not crying anytime soon,
Its been such a long night love and its ending now.
... And after the best day of our lives,
How can we ever see eachother the same way again?