I don't think it's fair for me to wait for you to come into my daysnnseems so long now, yet goes so fastnnand they will fly like lights on motorwaysnnnnthere's so many sad faces that watch the colors of a pale townnnit's just no fun without you herennand I will swim to miss the city for some yearsnnnnwe were walking faster than the rain will fall on my hood of the car, it will get so wet when we are stuck, stuck in trafficnnyou were talking faster than the ripping of a plaster on my hill, 'cause I walked so far to hide thisnnnnwanted to be running like his tearsnnthese memories are messed up with four years (?)nnits too hard when you don't know when my day (?)nnwith all the lovely kind things that you say